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Quote by T. S. Eliot

“And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star.”

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T. S. Eliot, a British playwright and poet, was born on September 26, 1888, in St. Louis, Missouri, USA, and died on January 4, 1965, in London, England. His works are known for their profound philosophical thoughts and unique poetic style, making him one of the most important literary figures of the 20th century. more

“The world has become a planetary Nozick Experience Machine, mediated by the ubiquitous smartphone. Everyone is plugged in, desperate for their pleasure fix, for their likes, their approvals. They have become addicted to hyperreality, yet hyperreality is soulless. It can’t satisfy exactly because it lacks, well, reality. You have been told you can have it all, you can have the perfect life. You can’t. However, you can be presented with images and experiences as if you had achieved it all. But you haven’t. You have to buy into the fantasy, but deep down there’s something missing. What is missing is you. You yourself have become hyperreal, which means you have lost the real you, and nothing can make up for the loss of yourself. You have become fixed to your persona, your mask, and now there is nothing beneath the mask. When you take the mask off at the end of an exhausting day of faking it, there’s no real face underneath, just a faked face, or a blank space. We are the hollow men, we are the stuffed men. Mistah Kurtz, he dead.”

Hyperreality Hollow Men

Book:The Seer of Unreality: The Hyperreality Wars

Source: The Seer of Unreality: The Hyperreality Wars

“How dare you speak to me like that?' She tried to pull away, but his strength was too great, a conquering strength that held her fast, his hands tightly at her waist, his eyes burning into her. 'I will speak to you as I choose!' His lips tightened at her anger. 'The bride is there for you to see. It is finished, over. Forget him. I would not have allowed it in any case, even if Rina had not existed. You're mine, exactly what I want.”

Possessive Hero Obsessed Hero Smitten Hero Jealous Herom Besotted Hero

Book:Dark Illusion

Source: Dark Illusion

“People admire inner bonfires that burn so bright, and out of ignorance to these things, they gather around and think that the bonfire is some kind of blessing on their behalf, is some kind of untouched thing that knows only the purity of everything. It's all ignorance. The larger the bonfire, and the brighter it burns, the more evident the fact that it has consumed more wood and more air than the smaller ones. You burn because you have to burn. And you're not burning for others, you're not burning to be a blessing; you burn because you have to burn.”

Inner Strength Realness Inner Fire Inner Flame Inner Bonfire The Fire Within Why We Burn

Author:C. JoyBell C.

“Coloring a mandala is a silent dialogue with your subconscious.”

Art Inspiration Spirituality Healing Self Help Mindfulness Transformation Subconscious Mandala

Book:Mindfulness Coloring Book for Adults & Teens: 50-Day Color by Number Program for Stress Relief with Light Matrix Mandalas and Positive Affirmations

Source: Mindfulness Coloring Book for Adults & Teens: 50-Day Color by Number Program for Stress Relief with Light Matrix Mandalas and Positive Affirmations

“I want to rekindle the inner fire that is burning in you. I want it to come out to take away the darkness.”

Inspirational Philosophy Quotes Hope Debasish Mridha Debasish Mridha M D Inner Fire Take Away The Darkness

Author:Debasish Mridha

“That one," the merchant said, pointing to Käthe, whose head lolled against my shoulder, "burns like kindling. All flash, and no real heat. But you," he said. "You smolder, mistress. There is a fire burning within you, but it is a slow burn. It shimmers with heat, waiting only for a breath to fan it to life. Most curious." A slow grin spread over his mouth. "Most curious, indeed.”

Liesl Vogler Inner Fire

Book:Wintersong

Source: Wintersong

“Emeline turned around to discover the biggest, blackest horse breathing on her face. She stared up into enormous golden eyes. Flecks of red dusted the horse's irises, like a fire sparking, and her hot breath smelled like smoke. Holy hell. Emeline stepped quickly back----straight into the boy. The scent of him enveloped her: like crushed pine needles and oiled leather. "This is Lament." "Uh-huh," she whispered, staring at the massive beast, which was pawing the ground as if to say, I'm getting impatient! Let us leave! When she threw back her head, those golden eyes flickered red.”

Lament Mare Inner Fire Black Horse

Book:Edgewood

Source: Edgewood

“These shades protect the everlasting wildfire that blazes within my soul.”