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Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended

T. S. Eliot

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
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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Destiny Fools Harm Ourselves Risk Yourself
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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Beyond Escape Experience
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
Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
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Creation Mental
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
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
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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Change Language Voice Word
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
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Life Myself
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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Deep Love
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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Fear Myself Yourself
Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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Humor Serious
Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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End Friendship Reality Repair
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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Absence Death Fade Fear Ourselves
It’s not wise to violate the rules until you know how to observe them.
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Rule See Wisdom
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose

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