Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
T. S. ELIOTExcept for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
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For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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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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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 can connect Nothing with nothing
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You are the music while the music lasts.
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Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
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Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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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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The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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Distracted from distraction by distraction
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We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.
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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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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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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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