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T. S. Eliot

For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Business Ourselves
Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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Death Deep Life Man
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
Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.
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Be Yourself Feeling Self Love Thinking
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
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End Theory World
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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Myself Photograph Suffering
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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Destiny Fools Harm Ourselves Risk Yourself
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
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Fantasy Myself Sing Thinking
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
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End Ourselves Place Start Time Travel
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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Myself Pieces Ruin
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
I can connect Nothing with nothing
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Connection Myself One Liner
For you know only a heap of broken images
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Break Photograph Yourself
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
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
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Body Lover Need Talk Thinking True Love

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