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We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

Samuel Beckett

There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
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Destruction Escape Important Past Place
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Alcohol Grudge Whiskey
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Destiny Fate Man Myself
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
Better hope deferred than none.
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Better Choice Hope
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
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Hide Hunt Myself Wait
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
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Blind Eyes Fools See
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word
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
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Answer Life Long Question
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Head Heart Myself
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Happiness Unknown
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
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
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
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.
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Fear Invention Myself Question
I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
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Meaning Myself Silence Teaching Word Yourself
Fail, fail again, fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Motivational One Liner Success
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
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
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
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
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Dangerous Kill Memories Mindset Thinking Yourself
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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Connection Existence Kind Man Spiritual

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