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What do we do now, now that we are happy?

Samuel Beckett

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.
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Born Death Live Myself
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
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
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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Dreams Effect Horrible Myself
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
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
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
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
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Change Myself Transformation
The essential doesn’t change.
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Change Essence One Liner
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality

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