T.S. Eliot Quotes

There is no water, so things are bad. If there were water, it would be better. But there is no water.

This is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.

April is the cruelest month, breedinglilacs out of the dead land, mixingmemory and desire, stirringdull roots with spring rain.

Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.

Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past.

My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. 'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak. 'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? 'I never know what you are thinking. Think.

So I find words I never thought to speakIn streets I never thought I should revisitWhen I left my body on a distant shore.

LightLightThe visible reminder of Invisible Light.

Honest criticism and sensible appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.

Think neither fear nor courage saves us.Unnatural vices are fathered by our heroism. Virtues are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.

Destiny waits in the hand of god, shaping the still unshapen..

Not the intense momentIsolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.

You cannot face it steadily, but this thing is sure, That time is no healer: the patient is no longer here.

The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food:In spite of which we like to thinkThat we are sound, substantial flesh and blood--Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.

Do not let me hearOf the wisdom of old men, but rather of their folly, Their fear of fear and frenzy, their fear of possession, Of belonging to another, or to others, or to God.

The backward look behind the assuranceOf recorded history, the backward half-lookOver the shoulder, towards the primitive terror.

And right action is freedom from past and future also.For most of us, this is the aim never to be realized. Who are only undefeated because we have gone on trying. "The Dry Salvages

Under the penitential gatesSustained by staring SeraphimWhere the souls of the devoutBurn invisible and dim.

I don't know much about gods, but I think the river is a strong, brown god

music heard so deeplyThat it is not heard at all, butyou are the musicWhile the music lasts.

A christian martyrdom is never an accident, for Saints are not made by accident.

The more one understands the world...the harder it is to obtain Buddhahood." Dakpo to Shan

Some fictions become fixtures in the real city. Their stories are so powerful that they leap off the page on to the streets, irreversibly altering the place where they were set.

Who's to know what makes a bird wake up and decide to change its song? It was written that our world would change and it changed.

Everyone has scars, they just aren’t as visible as yours.

Footfalls echo in the memorydown the passage we did not taketowards the door we never openedinto the rose garden. My words echothus, in your mind

Though you forget the way to the Temple, There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not. You shall not deny the Stranger.

The journey not the arrival matters.

Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird meaning death

What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

We had the experience but missed the meaning.

We have only to conquer Now, by suffering. This is the easier victory.Now is the triumph of the cross.

They constantly try to escapeFrom the darkness outside and withinBy dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good.But the man that is shall shadowThe man that pretends to be.

We ask only to be reassuredAbout the noises in the cellarAnd the window that should not have been open

To make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

What the dead had no speech for, when living, They can tell you, being dead: the communicationOf the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

Between the desireAnd the spasm, Between the potencyAnd the existence, Between the essenceAnd the descent, Falls the Shadow.

And the wind shall say: 'Here were decent Godless people:Their only monument the asphalt roadAnd a thousand lost golf balls.

For he will doAs he do doAnd there's no doing anything about it!

A condition of complete simplicity(Costing not less than everything)

He's extremely dehydrated and we'll need to get fluids into him as soon as possible if he's to have a hope of surviving

This is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.

Thus with most careful devotionThus with precise attentionTo detail, interfering preparationOf that which is already preparedMen tighten the knot of confusionInto perfect misunderstanding.

There is nothing at all to be done about it, There is nothing to do about anything.

If you can't fight and you can't flee flow.

All business proceeds on beliefs on judgements of probabilities and not on certainties.

All business proceeds on beliefs or judgment of probabilities and not on certainties.

Be unselfish.... If you think of yourself only you cannot develop because you are choking the source of development which is spiritual expansion through thought for others.

The best way to secure future happiness is to be as happy as is rightfully possible today.

Rule No. i is don't sweat the small stuff. Rule No. 2 is it's all small stuff.