T. S. Eliot quotes - page 2

Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity. (T. S. Eliot)
Some one said: "The dead writers are remote from us because we know so much more than they did." Precisely, and they are that which we know.
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This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
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No one can become really educated without having pursued some study in which he took no interest- for it is a part of education to learn to interest ourselves in subjects for which we have no aptitude.
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I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing.
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What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.
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At the still point of the turning world.
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Sister, mother And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea, Suffer me not to be separated And let my cry come unto Thee.
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Here I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
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We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!
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If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent If the unheard, unspoken Word is unspoken, unheard; Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard, The Word without a word, the Word within The world and for the world; And the light shone in darkness and Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled About the centre of the silent Word. O my people, what have I done unto thee. Where shall the word be found, where will the word Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence. (T. S. Eliot)
It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
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Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
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This love is silent.
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April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
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Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.
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Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
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I grow old... I grow old... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled... Do I dare to eat a peach.
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Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.
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Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many. (T. S. Eliot)
And the wind shall say: "Here were decent godless people: Their only monument the asphalt road And a thousand lost golf balls."
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When we read of human beings behaving in certain ways, with the approval of the author, who gives his benediction to this behavior by his attitude towards the result of the behavior arranged by himself, we can be influenced towards behaving in the same way.
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And now you live dispersed on ribbon roads, And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance, But all dash to and fro in motor cars, Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.
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We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw.
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