What we call the beginning Is often the end And to make an end Is to make a new beginning. The end is where we start from.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Contributed by: Zaady
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.
Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917
We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive at what we started and know the place for the first time.
And I must borrow every changing shape To find expression.
Source: Portrait of a Lady, 1917, III
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.
Source: The Waste Land
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin.
Source: Whispers of Immortality, 1920
In a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.
Source: Morning at the Window, 1917
He knew the anguish of the marrow The ague of the skeleton; No contact possible to flesh Allayed the fever of the bone.
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