April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. ELIOTHumor is also a way of saying something serious.
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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
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If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
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So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.
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Books. Cats. Life is good.
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Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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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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Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
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Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
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Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
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I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.
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There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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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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Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
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Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
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Teach us to care and not to care
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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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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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We must not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time.
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For you know only a heap of broken images
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