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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.

T. S. Eliot

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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Evening Life Morning Myself
So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.
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Body Myself Talk Thinking Word
Books. Cats. Life is good.
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Book Goodness Life
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
I can connect Nothing with nothing
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Connection Myself One Liner
This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
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End Theory World
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
Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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Bad Enough Possible
In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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Decision Time
Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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Dare Myself World
Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.
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Be Yourself Feeling Self Love Thinking
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
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
Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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Death Deep Life Man
For you know only a heap of broken images
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Break Photograph Yourself
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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Ink Literature Poet Purpose

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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