“East Coker” by T.S. Eliot

…
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 for 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 [...]

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“Little Gidding” by T.S. Eliot

…
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, unremembered 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 [...]

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“Return of the King” by J. R. R. Tolkien

“…the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take.”

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“The Myth of Female Inferiority” by Erica Jong

The best slave
does not need to be beaten
She beats herself.
Not with a leather whip,
or with sticks or twigs,
not with a blackjack
or a billy club,
but with the fine whip
of her own tongue
& the subtle beating
of her mind against her mind.
For who can hate her half so well
as she hates herself?
and who can match the finesse
of her [...]

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“Letters to Friends, Family and Editors” by Franz Kafka

“He has a terrible fear of dying because he has not yet lived…
What is essential in life is only to forgo complacency, to move into the house instead of admiring it and hanging garlands around it…
But why do such nights leave one always with the refrain: I could live and I do not live?”

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Part of a poem by Rumi

The moment I heard my first love story I started looking for you,
not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.

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“Moving Forward” by Rainer Maria Rilke

The deep parts of my life pour onward,
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
that I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can’t reach.
With my senses, as with birds, I climb
into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
and in the ponds broken off [...]

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Haiku poem by Issa

Spring unfolds anew…
Now in my second childhood
Folly, Folly, too

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