From the FOUR QUARTETS 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 of 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 thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

[via Nina Reznick. Esq]

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