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Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it

T. S. Eliot

People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
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Importance People Understand
In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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Decision Time
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
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Acceptance Past
Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
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Dance Exception
Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
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Joke Listen Lonely People
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
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
Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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Humor Serious
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
I can connect Nothing with nothing
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Connection Myself One Liner
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
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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Beginning Deep End Philosophy Start
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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Myself Pieces Ruin
Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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End Friendship Reality Repair
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
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Election Fake Live Peace Politics
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose

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