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

Samuel Beckett

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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Conversation Myself Polite Try
My mistakes are my life.
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Life Mistake Myself One Liner
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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Friendship Human Solitude
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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End Greatness Light Myself Patience Shadow Shine
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
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Love Myself Relationship Yourself
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
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Discrimination Poetry Prayer
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
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
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
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Head Heart Myself
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner

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