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I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

Samuel Beckett

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Deep Necessary Silence Word
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Death Forget Man
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Forget Myself Time
Fail, fail again, fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Failure Inspirational Motivational One Liner Success
You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Accomplishment Attempt Believe Better Failure Impossible Repeat
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Hide Hunt Myself Wait
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Blind Eyes Fools See
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
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Born Death Live Myself
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
People are bloody ignorant apes.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Animal Blood Ignorance People Reality
For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Fear Invention Myself Question
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
SAMUEL BECKETT

Happiness Unknown
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Discrimination Poetry Prayer
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Thankful Yourself

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

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