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626f923
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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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new-year
words
voice
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T.S. Eliot |
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2d53e9e
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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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T.S. Eliot |
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1405335
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Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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poetry
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T.S. Eliot |
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62d6b5d
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I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
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inspirational
meditation
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T.S. Eliot |
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ed0cf42
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We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
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T.S. Eliot |
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0bb7cb6
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April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
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seasons
poetry
cruelty
weather
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T.S. Eliot |
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c111fa5
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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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T.S. Eliot |
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bec4556
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What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it
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loneliness
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T.S. Eliot |
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791ecb7
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For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
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new-year
new-year-s-day
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T.S. Eliot |
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0425723
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Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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friendship
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T.S. Eliot |
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bc4bab2
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Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow
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T.S. Eliot |
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36fce96
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If you haven't the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.
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inspirational
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T.S. Eliot |
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3d9c14d
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We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; -
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poetry
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T.S. Eliot |
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dd9536a
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Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
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T.S. Eliot |
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1963d8d
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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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T.S. Eliot |
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5acac0e
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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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inspirational
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T.S. Eliot |
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d92dd39
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I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
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mermaid
observation
singing
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T.S. Eliot |
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84fc2c5
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Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
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inspirational
creativity
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T.S. Eliot |
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3b647e7
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These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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past
fall
aging
nostalgia
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T.S. Eliot |
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7814c78
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Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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writing
imitation
originality
maturity
plagiarism
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T.S. Eliot |
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af97171
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The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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literature
inspirational
ink
blood
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T.S. Eliot |
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482303a
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Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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T.S. Eliot |
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a6412b0
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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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time
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T.S. Eliot |
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cfe57cf
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A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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T.S. Eliot |
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ea5ce65
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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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T.S. Eliot |
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a9fea22
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The endless cycle of idea and action, Endless invention, endless experiment, Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word. All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance, All our ignorance brings us nearer to death, But nearness to death no nearer to God. Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Wh..
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T.S. Eliot |
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0f92d94
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And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor - And this, and so much more? -
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prufrock
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T.S. Eliot |
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50b03d9
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Light
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poetry
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T.S. Eliot |
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1c9d976
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Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
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T.S. Eliot. |
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240c86f
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To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy. In order to arrive at what you do not know You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance. In order to possess what you do not possess You must go by the way of dispossession. In order to arrive at what you are not You must go through the way in which you are not. And what you do not know is the only thing you know
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T.S. Eliot |
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d8bae8f
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So I find words I never thought to speak
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words
travel
poetry
fantasy
little-gidding
visit
shore
streets
mystery
timelessness
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T.S. Eliot |
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e4cfb04
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I must tell you that I should really like to think there's something wrong with me- Because, if there isn't, then there's something wrong with the world itself-and that's much more frightening! That would be terrible. So I'd rather believe there is something wrong with me, that could be put right.
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T.S. Eliot |
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3130763
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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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T.S. Eliot |
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8865e63
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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. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two..
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T.S. Eliot |
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8f32f01
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At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
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T.S. Eliot |
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e89cf36
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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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inspirational
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T.S. Eliot |
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be37092
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Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman -But who is that on the other side of you?
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T.S. Eliot |
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0c62cbb
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I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
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T.S. Eliot |
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a813f9f
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The dove descending breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror Of which the tongues declare The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre- To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love. Love is the unfamiliar Name Behind the hands that wove The intolerable shirt of flame Which human power cannot remove. We only live, only suspire Consumed by either fire..
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love
holy-spirit
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T.S. Eliot |
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a0db398
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In my end is my beginning.
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T.S. Eliot |
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48e6ab7
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music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
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T.S. Eliot |
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d6acd96
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And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you I will show you fear in a handful of dust
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T.S. Eliot |
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6fac725
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Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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wisdom
knowledge
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T.S. Eliot |
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9c99445
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
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T.S. Eliot |