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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

What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
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Destiny Fate Man Myself
Do we mean love, when we say love?
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Deep Love Meaning One Liner
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Creation Place Time World
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
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
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
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Art Clarity Clear
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Beginning End Philosophy Wisdom
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Alive Help Myself Worth
To restore silence is the role of objects.
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Object Restore Role Silence
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
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Happiness Unknown
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
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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Forget Myself Time
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
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Humanity Intelligence Philosophy Poet
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 pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Feeling Myself Record

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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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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