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.
T. S. ELIOTWhat is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
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We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
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There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
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Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
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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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This love is silent.
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Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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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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Time 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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Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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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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We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
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For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
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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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Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
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Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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