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.
T. S. ELIOTYou are the music while the music lasts.
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Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
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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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Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
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If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
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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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It’s not wise to violate the rules until you know how to observe them.
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In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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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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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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People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
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Distracted from distraction by distraction
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Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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In my end is my beginning.
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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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Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
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Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown.
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This love is silent.
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What 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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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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