This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
T. S. ELIOTSometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
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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 us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
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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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The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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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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I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
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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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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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There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
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I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
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For you know only a heap of broken images
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