I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
T. S. ELIOTI have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
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There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
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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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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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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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For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.
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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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Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
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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.
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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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There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
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We must not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time.
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No one can become really educated without having pursued some study in which he took no interest- for it is a part of education to learn to interest ourselves in subjects for which we have no aptitude.
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Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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