Quotes by T.S. Eliot

“I am dying in my own death and the deaths of those after me.”

“To approach the stranger is to invite the unexpected, release a new force, let the genie out of the bottle. It is to start a new train of events that is beyond your control...”

“I said to my soul be still, and wait without hope; for hope would be hope of the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet fath. 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.”

Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all—Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

There will be time, there will be timeTo prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.

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

In my end is my beginning.

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.

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

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.

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

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

Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity

Humor is also a way of saying something serious.

We are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats feet over broken glassIn our dry cellarShape without form, shade without colour,Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

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

We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.

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