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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

Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
My mistakes are my life.
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Life Mistake Myself One Liner
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.
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Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
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
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
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Cure Earth One Liner
Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
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Best Chance Fire Happiness Myself
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Charity Defense
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Happiness Unknown
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
You won’t believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
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Accomplishment Attempt Believe Better Failure Impossible Repeat
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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Change Mistake Myself
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Change Myself Transformation
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
In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
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Head Myself Universe Window
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
What are we doing here, that is the question.
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Action Life Question Spiritual
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
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 at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
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Moments Place Time
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
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality

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