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.
T. S. ELIOTI have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
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For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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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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For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
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Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
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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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No one can become really educated without having pursued some study in which he took no interest- for it is a part of education to learn to interest ourselves in subjects for which we have no aptitude.
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Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.
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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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In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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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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I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
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The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
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So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.
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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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