Distracted from distraction by distraction
T. S. ELIOTI 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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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 shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
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Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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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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Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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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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It’s not wise to violate the rules until you know how to observe them.
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Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
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This love is silent.
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We must not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time.
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We 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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Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.
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These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
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