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But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.

Samuel Beckett

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dog Habit Himself
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
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Dangerous Kill Memories Mindset Thinking Yourself
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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Forget Myself Time
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
Don’t look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
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Deep Listening Meaning Silence Wisdom Word
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
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Kind Mouth Myself Open Thinking Word
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Creation Place Time World
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Thankful Yourself
Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
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Affection Love Myself Normal Woman
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Feeling Myself Record
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Blind Eyes Fools See
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain

But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.

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