Some of my favorite lines in literature...

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.
-TS Eliot, Little Gidding

Home is where one starts from.

As we grow older

The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated

Of dead and living. Not the intense moment

Isolated, with no before and after,

But a lifetime burning in every moment

And not the lifetime of one man only

But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.

-TS Eliot, East Coker

Since this short span might

well be lived as lives the laurel,deeper in its green than

all other green surrounding,

leaves, edged by wavelets,

smiling like the breeze-

then why, destiny overcome,

must we still be human

and long for further fate?

Not because happiness exists,

that apparent advantage

which barely presages loss.

Not out of curiosity,

nor as an exercise of

such a heart as likewise

in the laurel lies...But

because to be here

means so very much.

Because this fleeting sphere

appears to need us-

in some strange way

concerns us: we...most fleeting of all.

-Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies

To see a world in a grain of sand,

And a heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

And eternity in an hour.

-William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

In the deserts of the heart

Let the healing fountain start,

In the prison of his days

Teach the free man how to praise.

-W H Auden, In Memory of WB Yeats

Several extracts from Tennyson's In Memoriam, I wish i could mention them all but there are way too many!