I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
T. S. ELIOTI 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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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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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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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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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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Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
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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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Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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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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I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.
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People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
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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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Distracted from distraction by distraction
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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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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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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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