T. S. Eliot Quotes
We have all our private terrors, our particular shadows, our secret fears. We are afraid in a fear which we cannot face, which none understands, and our hearts are torn from us, our brains unskinned like the layers of an onion, ourselves the last.
T. S. Eliot
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To withdraw is not to run away, and to stay is no wise action, when there's more reason to fear than to hope.
Miguel de Cervantes
We have all our private terrors, our particular shadows, our secret fears. We are afraid in a fear which we cannot face, which none understands, and our hearts are torn from us, our brains unskinned like the layers of an onion, ourselves the last.
T. S. Eliot