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In my end is my beginning.

T. S. Eliot

What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
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Alone Escape Hell Oneself Philosophy Spiritual
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Business Ourselves
music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
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Deep Last Music
In my end is my beginning.
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Beginning End Myself
It’s not wise to violate the rules until you know how to observe them.
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Rule See Wisdom
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
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
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
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
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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Knowledge Life Live Lost Wisdom
If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
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Knowledge 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
Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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Sanity Suffering World
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
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Joke Listen Lonely People
If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.
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Acceptance Life Strength Yourself

In my end is my beginning.

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