There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
T. S. ELIOTFor last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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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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You are the music while the music lasts.
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Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.
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For you know only a heap of broken images
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It will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous. Resign yourself to be the fool you are. We must always take risks. That is our destiny.
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Teach us to care and not to care
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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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music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
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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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This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
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Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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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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Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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This love is silent.
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I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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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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Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
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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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The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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In my end is my beginning.
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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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Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
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These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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