We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.
T. S. ELIOTSo 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 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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Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
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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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This love is silent.
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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
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Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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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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We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.
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In my end is my beginning.
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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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I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
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To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life.
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I can connect Nothing with nothing
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Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
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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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If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
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Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.
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There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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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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Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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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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