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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.

Samuel Beckett

He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.
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End Enough Forever Wait Wasted Time
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Discrimination Poetry Prayer
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Answer Life Long Question
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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Cry Dead Greatness Growth Habit Old Time
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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Connection Existence Kind Man Spiritual
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Time Try
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.
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End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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Change Mistake Myself
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
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Death Enjoyment Myself
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
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Comedy Funny Happiness Myself World
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
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Greatness Machine Ourselves Time
Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
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Home Myself Rain Window Writing
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Charity Defense

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