I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
T. S. ELIOTWhat 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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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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I 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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We don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.
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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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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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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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Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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For you know only a heap of broken images
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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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music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
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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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Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
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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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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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