Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.' You won't believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
You're on earth. There's no cure for that.
Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
Nothing is more real than nothing.
Unhappy, but not unhappy enough.
Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
It was the only way to progress, to stop.
Perhaps that's what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that's what I am, the thing that divides the world in two, on the one side the outside, on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I'm neither one side nor the other, I'm in the middle, I'm the partition, I've two surfaces and no thickness, perhaps that's what I feel, myself vibrating, I'm the tympanum, on the one hand the mind, on the other the world, I don't belong to either.
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
Estragon: I'm like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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