April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. ELIOTLove is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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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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Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
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Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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I can connect Nothing with nothing
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I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
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For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
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Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
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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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I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.
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In my end is my beginning.
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Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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Distracted from distraction by distraction
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In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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