T.S. Eliot

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We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time

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Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse

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Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough

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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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April is the cruelest month, breedinglilacs out of the dead land, mixingmemory and desire, stirringdull roots with spring rain