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If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

T. S. Eliot

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
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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Absence Death Fade Fear Ourselves
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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Garden Memories Rose
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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Deep Family Light Love See Silence Talk
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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Beginning Deep End Philosophy Start
It’s not wise to violate the rules until you know how to observe them.
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Rule See Wisdom
You are the music while the music lasts.
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Last Music Yourself
For 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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Evening Life Morning Myself
There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
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People Preparation Time
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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Failure Writing
Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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Bad Enough Possible
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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Decision Time Vision Yourself
The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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Act Greatness Reason Right Wrong
Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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Mess Success
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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Death Desire Flower Memories Rain Season Spring
In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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Decision Time

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