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In my end is my beginning.

T. S. Eliot

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
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
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Fear Feeling Grief Music
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
We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
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Philosophy Place Travel
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose
In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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Decision Time
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
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
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Election Fake Live Peace Politics
We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.
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Deep Different Experience Missing
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
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
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
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Fear Myself Yourself
Books. Cats. Life is good.
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Book Goodness Life
The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
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Best Evidence Existence Future Hope Library 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

In my end is my beginning.

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