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quietflorilegium · 12 days
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“Life is not perfect, individuals will always be flawed, but empathy – the sheer inability to see those around them as anything other than people too – conquers all, in the end.”
Adrian Tchaikovsky, "Children of Time"
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quietflorilegium · 12 days
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“A life lived entirely at the whim of another is no life at all.”
Adrian Tchaikovsky, "Children of Time"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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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.”
T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding," "Four Quartets"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.”
T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding," "Four Quartets"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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“If you came this way in may time, you would find the hedges White again, in May, with voluptuary sweetness. It would be the same at the end of the journey, If you came at night like a broken king, If you came by day not knowing what you came for, It would be the same, when you leave the rough road And turn behind the pig-sty to the dull façade And the tombstone.”
T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding," "Four Quartets"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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“Not fare well, But fare forward, voyagers.”
T.S. Eliot, "The Dry Salvages," "Four Quartets"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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“Fare forward, travellers! not escaping from the past Into different lives, or into any future; You are not the same people who left that station Or who will arrive at any terminus”
T.S. Eliot, "The Dry Salvages," "Four Quartets"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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“For our own past is covered by the currents of action, But the torment of others remains an experience Unqualified, unworn by subsequent attrition. People change, and smile: but the agony abides.”
T.S. Eliot, "The Dry Salvages," "Four Quartets"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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“The salt is on the briar rose, The fog is in the fir trees.”
T.S. Eliot, "The Dry Salvages," "Four Quartets"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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“The sea has many voices, Many gods and many voices.”
T.S. Eliot, "The Dry Salvages," "Four Quartets"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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“There is a time for the evening under starlight, A time for the evening under lamplight (The evening with the photograph album). Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.”
T.S. Eliot, "East Coker," "Four Quartets"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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“For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.”
T.S. Eliot, "East Coker," "Four Quartets"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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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 and the hope 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.”
T.S. Eliot, "East Coker," "Four Quartets"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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“I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you Which shall be the darkness of God.”
T.S. Eliot, "East Coker," "Four Quartets"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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“The only wisdom we can hope to acquire Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless. The houses are all gone under the sea. The dancers are all gone under the hill.”
T.S. Eliot, "East Coker," "Four Quartets"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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“There is, it seems to us, At best, only a limited value In the knowledge derived from experience. The knowledge imposes a pattern, and falsifies, For the pattern is new in every moment And every moment is a new and shocking Valuation of all we have been.”
T.S. Eliot, "East Coker," "Four Quartets"
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quietflorilegium · 27 days
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“Houses live and die: there is a time for building And a time for living and for generation And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane And to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trots And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto.”
T.S. Eliot, "East Coker," "Four Quartets"
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