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Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

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This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
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End Theory World
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
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Garden Memories Rose
For you know only a heap of broken images
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Break Photograph Yourself
People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
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Importance People Understand
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Business Ourselves
Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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Mess Success
The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
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God Light One Liner Prayer
Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
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Past Present Science Time
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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Exploration Place Time Travel
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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Deep Love
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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Alone Escape Hell Oneself Philosophy Spiritual
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Fear Myself Yourself
Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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Bad Enough Possible
music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
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Deep Last Music
Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
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Creation Mental
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

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