These fragments I have shored against my ruins.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, What the Thunder Said
Contributed by: Zaady
Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
Source: Whispers of Immortality, 1920
Friendship should be more than biting time can sever.
Hell is oneself, Hell is alone, the other figures in it, merely projections.
The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.
Dayodhuam: I have heard the key Turn in the door once and turn once only We think of the key, each in his prison Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
What we call the beginning Is often the end And to make an end Is to make a new beginning. The end is where we start from.
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.
Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917
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