T. S. Eliot Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse

Gin and drugs, dear lady, gin and drugs.

Each day a raid on the inarticulate--T.S. Eliot

that which is only living
Can only die

For history is a pattern Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel History is now and England.

The chief danger about Paris is that it is such a strong stimulant.

Do I dare Disturb the universe?

Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in infomation?

You must not on any account give me credit for being penetrating. I have impressed people that way before, and the result is always disaster.

I can show you fear in a handful of dust

I suspect that in our loathing of totalitarianism, there is infused a good deal of admiration for its efficiency.

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

life is long between the desire and the spasm.

In the last few years everything I'd done up to sixty or so has seemed very childish.

The fool,fixed in his folly,may think He can turn the wheel on which he turns.

A people without history
Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments.

The Church must be forever building, for it is forever decaying within and attacked from without.

Accident is design / And design is accident / In a cloud of unknowing.

All time is unreedemable.

Redeem the time. Redeem the unread vision of a higher dream ...

The end is in the beginning.

If you want it you must obtain it by great labor.

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

Heretic ... is a person who seizes upon a truth and pushes it to the point at which it becomes a falsehood.

It is generally a feminine eye that first detects the moral deficiencies hidden under the 'dear deceit' of beauty.

It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other
Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

The great ages did not contain the best talent, they wasted less.

The still point in a turning world.

There will be time to murder and create.

I must say Bernard Shaw is greatly improved by music.

What is true, is true only for one time and only for one place.

April is the cruellest month.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors and issues.

Each way means loneliness
and communion.

Men tighten the knot of confusion Into perfect misunderstanding.

At the still point, there the dance is.

All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance.

And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end.
And all is always now.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

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.

No artist produces great art by a deliberate attempt to express his own personality.

A thousand policemen directing traffic cannot tell you why you come or where you go.

I think we are in rats' alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.

Those who arrive at the end of the journey are not those who began.

People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced.

It is impossible to design a system so perfect that no one needs to be good.

The young feel tired at the end of an action, the old at the beginning.

No place of grace for those who avoid the face
No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the voice

I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots;Her coat is one of the tabby kind,with tiger stripes and lepard spots.

Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.

Yeats was the greatest poet of our times ... certainly the greatest in this language, and so far as I am able to judge, in any language.

For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.