I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
T. S. ELIOTTime for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.
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People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
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For I have known them all already, known them all—Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
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Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
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It’s not wise to violate the rules until you know how to observe them.
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I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
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Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.
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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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Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
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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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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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Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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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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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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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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We don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.
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