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It was the only way to progress, to stop.
Samuel Beckett
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Samuel Beckett
Age: 83 †
Born: 1906
Born: April 13
Died: 1989
Died: December 22
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Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have been my only loves, not many.
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And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept.
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I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?
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Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.
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Try again. Fail again. Try better.
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God is love. Yes or no? No.
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And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.
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