For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
T. S. ELIOTWe had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.
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Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.
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No one can become really educated without having pursued some study in which he took no interest- for it is a part of education to learn to interest ourselves in subjects for which we have no aptitude.
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I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.
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If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.
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What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
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So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.
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The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
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Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
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Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.
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We don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.
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I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
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Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
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