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Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.

Samuel Beckett

Do we mean love, when we say love?
SAMUEL BECKETT

Deep Love Meaning One Liner
What are we doing here, that is the question.
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Action Life Question Spiritual
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
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Connection Existence Kind Man Spiritual
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
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Desert Lonely Love Man
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
If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
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Death Enjoyment Myself
We are all born crazy. Some remain that way.
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Born Crazy Remain
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
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
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Death Forget Man
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
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.
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Disgust Love Old Tolerance
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
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Love Myself Relationship Yourself

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