There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again.
~ T.S. Eliot
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There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again.
~ T.S. Eliot
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This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.
~ T.S. Eliot
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The awful daring of a moment’s surrender, which an age of prudence can never retract. By this, and this only, we have existed.
~ T.S. Eliot
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Between the idea and the reality, between the motion and the act, falls the Shadow.
~ T.S. Eliot
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The existing order is complete before the new work arrives; for order to persist after the supervention of novelty, the whole existing order must be, if ever so slightly, altered; and so the relations, proportions, values of each work of art toward the whole are readjusted; and this is conformity between the old and the new.
~ T.S. Eliot
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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.
~ T.S. Eliot
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What life have you, if you have not life together? There is not life that is not in community,
~ T.S. Eliot
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Let me show you the work of the humble. Listen.
~ T.S. Eliot
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