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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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Books. Cats. Life is good.
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Book Goodness Life
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
No one can become really educated without having pursued some study in which he took no interest- for it is a part of education to learn to interest ourselves in subjects for which we have no aptitude.
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Education Himself Interest Learning Ourselves Pursue
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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Change Language Voice Word
It’s not wise to violate the rules until you know how to observe them.
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Rule See Wisdom
There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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Death Life Oneself Remember Yourself
We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
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Philosophy Place Travel
This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.
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Joy Moments Oneself Pain
Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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Mess Success
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
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
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
I can connect Nothing with nothing
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Connection Myself One Liner
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
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Humanity Reality
This love is silent.
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Love One Liner Silence
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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Deep Dream Fantasy Girl Human Sea Voice Wake Up

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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