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The human eyelid is not teartight (happily for the human eye).
Samuel Beckett
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Samuel Beckett
Age: 83 †
Born: 1906
Born: April 13
Died: 1989
Died: December 22
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If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.
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How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a year, a century, depending on what I meant by here, and me, and being, and there I never went looking for extravagant meanings, there I never much varied, only the here would sometimes seem to vary.
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The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.
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Poetry is essentially the antithesis of Metaphysics: Metaphysics purge the mind of the senses and cultivate the disembodiment of the spiritual Poetry is all passionate and feeling and animates the inanimate Metaphysics are most perfect when concerned with universals Poetry, when most concerned with particulars.
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The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.
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The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.
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Love requited is a short circuit.
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Enough to know no knowing.
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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust
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The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.
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Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.
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I have always been amazed at my contemporaries’ lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.
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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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When the object is perceived as particular and unique and not merely the member of a family, when it appears independent of any general notion and detached from the sanity of a cause, isolated and inexplicable in the light of ignorance, then and only then may it be a source of enchantment.
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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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The time is perhaps not altogether too green for the vile suggestion that art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear, and more than the light of day (or night) makes the subsolar, -lunar, and -stellar excrement. Art is the sun, moon, and stars of the mind, the whole mind.
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To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Vladimir: I don't understand. Estragon: Use your intelligence, can't you? Vladimir uses his intelligence. Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark.
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I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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