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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust.

Samuel Beckett

What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Destiny Fate Man Myself
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Failure Inspirational Time Try
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.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Dangerous Kill Memories Mindset Thinking Yourself
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Beginning End Philosophy Wisdom
What are we doing here, that is the question.
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Action Life Question Spiritual
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Death Forget Man
Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.
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Dog Habit Himself
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
My mistakes are my life.
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Life Mistake Myself One Liner
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Thankful Yourself
He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Enough Forever Wait Wasted Time
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Discrimination Poetry Prayer
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Hide Hunt Myself Wait
I gave up before birth.
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Born Give Up Myself
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

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