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April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

T. S. Eliot

Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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Death Deep Life Man
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
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Acceptance Past
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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Be Yourself Feeling Self Love Thinking
There’s no vocabulary For love within a family, love that’s lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.
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Deep Family Light Love See Silence Talk
This love is silent.
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Love One Liner Silence
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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Failure Writing
This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
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End Theory World
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Deep Knowledge Lost Wisdom
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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Absence Death Fade Fear Ourselves
For you know only a heap of broken images
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Break Photograph Yourself
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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Change Language Voice Word
Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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End Friendship Reality Repair
There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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Death Life Oneself Remember Yourself
In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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Decision Time
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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Myself Pieces Ruin
Distracted from distraction by distraction
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Distraction One Liner Philosophy

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