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Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
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.
T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party
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Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
Edmund Spenser
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We don't actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.
t.s. eliot
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What nourishes me, destroys me
Christopher Marlowe
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I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
T.S. Eliot
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Ah for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,
These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?
The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde,
All as I were through the body gryde.
My ragged rontes all shiver and shake,
As doen high Towers in an earthquake:
They wont in the wind wagge their wrigle tailes,
Perke as Peacock: but nowe it auales.
Edmund Spenser, The Shepherd's
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Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still.
T.S. Eliot.
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Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
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Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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But double griefs afflict concealing hearts,
As raging flames who striveth to suppress.
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
T.S. Eliot
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What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?
Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
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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?
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land and Other Poems
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Where whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.
Edmund Spenser, Amoretti
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Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
T.S. Eliot, The Rock
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I dreamt a dream tonight.
Mercutio: And so did I.
Romeo: Well, what was yours?
Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.
Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.
T.S. Eliot
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no Art, nor any Leach's Might . . .
Can remedy such hurts; such hurts are hellish Pain.
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
T.S. Eliot
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The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
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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
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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The faithfull knight now grew in litle space, By hearing her, and by her sisters lore, To such perfection of all heavenly grace, That wretched world he gan for to abhore,
Edmund Spenser, Spenser's The Faerie
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In my end is my beginning.
T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
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I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy
eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
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Teach us to care and not to care
T.S. Eliot
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The faithfull knight now grew in litle space, By hearing her, and by her sisters lore, To such perfection of all heavenly grace, That wretched world he gan for to abhore,
Edmund Spenser, Spenser's The Faerie
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We do not pass through the same door twice
Or return to the door through which we did not pass
T.S. Eliot
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Mephistopheles: Within the bowels of these elements,
Where we are tortured and remain forever.
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed
In one self place, for where we are is hell,
And where hell is must we ever be.
And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that is not heaven.
Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
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I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems
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He seekes out mighty charmes , to trouble sleepy mindes.
Edmund Spenser, Book 1 of the Faery Queene
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