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all that matters is how to rise, for you are half out of your mind.
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hr `rDhy khh tskhyn pyd khnd `rDhy dygr bh wkhmt mygryd. bshr ykh chh st b dw sTl. ykhy pyyn myrwd t pr shwd, dygry bl myayd t khly shwd ...
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is, rasac` sxvebi siqvaruls ucodeben, sinamdvileshi uc`xo k`veqnidan dro da dro gamogzavnili g'ia barat`ebit` gac`xadebuli gadasaxlebaa.
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Samuel Beckett |
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A cheval sur une tombe et une naissance difficile. Du fond du trou, reveusement, le fossoyeur applique ses fers. On a le temps de vieillir. L'air est plein de nos cris.
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difficile
godot
waiting-for-godot
samuel-beckett
naissance
french
french-literature
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Nous naissons tous fous. Quelques-uns le demeurent.
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Samuel Beckett |
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On a le temps de viellir. L'air est plein de nos cris. Mais l'habitude est une grande sourdine.
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Samuel Beckett |
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A quem nada tem e proibido nao amar a merda.
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Ik dacht zwak en zonder spijt aan het verhaal dat ik had kunnen vertellen, een verhaal naar voorbeeld van mijn leven, ik bedoel zonder de moed te eindigen noch de kracht om verder te gaan.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Dunyadaki gozyasi miktari sabittir. Aglamaya baslayan biri icin, bir yerlerde bir baskasi keser aglamayi. Ayni sey gulmek icin de gecerlidir. (Guler.) Bizim kusak icin kotu seyler soylemeyelim oyleyse, onceki kusaklardan daha bedbaht degiliz cunku.
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Samuel Beckett |
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The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Samuel Beckett |
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But it is only since I have ceased to live that I think of these things and the other things. It is in the tranquillity of decomposition that I remember the long confused emotion which was my life, and that I judge it, as it is said that God will judge me, and with no less impertinence. To decompose is to live too, I know, I know, don't torment me, but one sometimes forgets.
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life
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And I shall resemble the wretches famed in fable, crushed beneath the weight of their wish come true. And I even feel a strange desire come over me, the desire to know what I am doing, and why. So I near the goal I set myself in my young days and which prevented me from living. And on the threshold of being no more I succeed in being another. Very pretty.
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And if I failed to mention this detail in its proper place, it is because you cannot mention everything in its proper place, you must choose, between the things not worth mentioning and those even less so. For if you set out to mention everything you would never be done, and that's what counts, to be done, to have done. Oh I know, even when you mention only a few of the things there are, you do not get done either, I know, I know. But it's ..
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Samuel Beckett |
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Gercekten gitgide onemsizlesiyor butun bunlar.
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Samuel Beckett |
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All hangs together, I am in chains.
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Samuel Beckett |
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But all is forgotten and I have done nothing, unless what I am doing now is something, and nothing could give me greater satisfaction.
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Samuel Beckett |
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But there are not two laws, that was the next thing I thought I understood, not two laws, one for the healthy, another for the sick, but one only to which all must bow, rich and poor, young and old, happy and sad. He was eloquent. I pointed out that I was not sad. That was a mistake. Your papers, he said, I knew it a moment later. Not at all, I said, not at all. Your papers! he cried. Ah my papers.
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sadness
papers
law
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Ni una persona de cada cien sabe callarse y escuchar, ni siquiera lo que eso significa. Y sin embargo es entonces cuando se distingue, mas alla del estrepito absurdo, el silencio de que esta formado el universo.
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Samuel Beckett |
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And if I sometimes hear nothing for hours on end it is for reasons of which I know nothing, or because about me all goes really silent, from time to time, whereas for the righteous the tumult of the world never stops.
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righteousness
tumult
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And if ever I'm reduced to looking for a meaning to my life, you never can tell, it's in that old mess I'll stick my nose to begin with, the mess of that poor old uniparous whore and myself the last of my foul brood, neither man nor beast.
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meaning-of-life
mother
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VLADIMIR: Dance, hog!
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waiting
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With his two hands he props up his jaw. He passes without a word. Perhaps he does not see me. One of these days I'll challenge him. I'll say, I don't know, I'll say something, I'll think of something when the time comes.
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love
perhaps-when-the-time-comes
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I shall be neutral and inert. No difficulty there. Throes are the only trouble, I must be on my guard against throes. But I am less given to them now, since coming here.
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Samuel Beckett |
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It was like looking for a needle in a haystack full of vipers.
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For the climber averse to avoidable acrobatics a given niche may lie so many paces or meters to east or west of the woman vanquished without of course his naming her thus or otherwise even in his thoughts.
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The dead die hard, trespassers on the beyond, they must take the place as they find it, the shafts and manholes back into the muck, till such time as the lord of the manor incurs through his long acquiescence a duty of care in respect of them. They are free among the dead by all means, then their troubles are over, their natural troubles. But the debt of nature, that scandalous post-obit on one's own estate, can no more be discharged by kic..
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Samuel Beckett |
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Du fehlst mir, und doch bin ich glucklich. Ist das nicht merkwurdig?
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Samuel Beckett |
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Das verliert allmahlich jeden Sinn' - 'Noch nicht genug
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Samuel Beckett |
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Die Tranen der Welt sind unverganglich. Fur jeden der anfangt zu weinen hort ein anderer irgendwo auf. Genauso ist das mit dem Lachen. Sagen Sie also nichts schlechtes von unserer Epoche. Sie ist nicht unglucklicher als die Vergangene. Sagen Sie allerdings auch nichts gutes von ihr.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away,
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Samuel Beckett |
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For I had no illusions, I knew that all was about to end, or to begin again, it little mattered which, and it little mattered how, I had only to wait.
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That movements of an extreme complexity were taking place seemed certain, and yet what a simple thing it seemed, that vast yellow light sailing slowly behind my bars and which little by little the dense wall devoured, and finally eclipsed. And now its tranquil course was written on the walls, a radiance scored with shadow, then a brief quivering of leaves, if they were leaves, then that too went out, leaving me in the dark.
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Yes, my resolutions were remarkable in this, that they were no sooner formed than something always happened to prevent their execution. That
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Samuel Beckett |
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Yes, my resolutions were remarkable in this, that they were no sooner formed than something always happened to prevent their execution.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Perhaps things have changed since. So all I know is that it was much the same weather when I left as when I came, so far as I was capable of knowing what the weather was. And I had been under the weather so long, under all weathers, that I could tell quite well between them, my body could tell between them and seemed even to have its likes, its dislikes. I think I stayed in several rooms one after the other, or alternately, I don't know. In..
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Samuel Beckett |
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T]he mind cannot always brood on the same cares, but needs fresh cares from time to tome, so as to revert with renewed vigour, when the time comes, to ancient cares.
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the-mind-and-self-reflection
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Morning is the time to hide. They wake up, hale and hearty, their tongues hanging out for order, beauty and justice, baying for their due. Yes, from eight or nine till noon is the dangerous time. But towards noon things quiet down, the most implacable are sated, they go home, it might have been better but they've done a good job, there have been a few survivors but they'll give no more trouble, each man counts his rats.
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the-morning
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Y]ou cannot mention everything in its proper place, you must choose, between the things not worth mentioning and those and those even less so.
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writing
storytelling
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I]f you set out to mention everything you would never be done, and that's what counts, to be done, to have done. Oh, I know, even when you mention only a few of the things there are you do not get done either, I know, I know. But it's a change of muck. And if all muck is the same muck that doesn't matter, it's good to have a change of muck, to move from one heap to another, from time to time, fluttering you might say, like a butterfly, as i..
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meaning
life
storytelling
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A mug's game in my opinion and tiring on top of that, in the long run. But I lent myself to it with a good enough grace, knowing it was love, for she had told me so.
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sex
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Samuel Beckett |
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Extraordinary how mathematics help you to know yourself.
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Samuel Beckett |
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You are on your back at the foot of an aspen. In its trembling shade. She at right angles propped on her elbows head between her hands. Your eyes opened and closed have looked in hers looking in yours. In your dark you look in them again. Still. You feel on your face the fringe of her long black hair stirring in the still air. Within the tent of hair your faces are hidden from view. She murmurs, Listen to the leaves. Eyes in each other's ey..
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nature
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Samuel Beckett |
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Oh not that I was ever even incompletely deaf.
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Samuel Beckett |
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It's all a muddle in my head, graves and nuptials and the different varieties of motion.
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Samuel Beckett |