These fragments I have shored against my ruins
T. S. ELIOTI 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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Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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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 had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.
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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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In my end is my beginning.
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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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I can connect Nothing with nothing
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This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.
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Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.
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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 should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
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The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
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Books. Cats. Life is good.
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Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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Distracted from distraction by distraction
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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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Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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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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Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
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April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
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Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.
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Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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