April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. ELIOTFor I have known them all already, known them all—Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
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Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
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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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The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown.
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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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There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.
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For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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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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These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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Distracted from distraction by distraction
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Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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In my end is my beginning.
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