T.S. Eliot

Time for you and time for me,

— T.S. Eliot

Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

— T.S. Eliot

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

— T.S. Eliot

Till Human voices wake us, and we drown.

— T.S. Eliot

The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.

— T.S. Eliot

This is the way the world ends

— T.S. Eliot

Do I dare

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Truth on our level is a different thing from truth for the jellyfish.

— T.S. Eliot

We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.

— T.S. Eliot

There will be time, there will be time

— T.S. Eliot

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.

— T.S. Eliot

April is the cruelest month, breeding

— T.S. Eliot

Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.

— 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 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.

— T.S. Eliot

If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.

— T.S. Eliot

Time present and time past

— T.S. Eliot

We shall not cease from exploration

— T.S. Eliot

There is shadow under this red rock // (Come in under the shadow of this red rock) // And I will show you something different from either // Your shadow at morning striding behind you // Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you // I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

— T.S. Eliot

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these.

— T.S. Eliot

We returned to our palaces, these Kingdoms, but no longer at ease here in the old dispensation, with an alien people clutching their gods. I should be glad of another death.

— T.S. Eliot

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

— T.S. Eliot

Time present and time past

— T.S. Eliot

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

— T.S. Eliot

I think we are in rats’ alley

— T.S. Eliot

Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity

— T.S. Eliot

We shall not cease from exploration

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And would it have been worth it, after all,

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My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.

— T.S. Eliot

We are the hollow men

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So I find words I never thought to speak

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There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

— T.S. Eliot

You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,

— T.S. Eliot

Light

— T.S. Eliot

Time for you and time for me,

— T.S. Eliot

The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows,

— T.S. Eliot

This is the way the world ends

— T.S. Eliot

Let us go then, you and I,

— T.S. Eliot

Unreal City,

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Unreal City,

— T.S. Eliot

No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists. You cannot value him alone; you must set him, for contrast and comparison, among the dead.

— T.S. Eliot

Time present and time past

— T.S. Eliot

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

— T.S. Eliot