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Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it

T. S. Eliot

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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Growth Poet
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
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
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
Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.
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Evil Goodness Intention People World
Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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Dare Myself World
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Deep Knowledge Lost Wisdom
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
Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
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Creation Mental
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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Beautiful Courage Enough Life Man
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
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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Myself Night Reading
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
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
You are the music while the music lasts.
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Last Music Yourself
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

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