I had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, The Burial of the Dead
Contributed by: Zaady
Here I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
Source: Gerontion, 1920
I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917
The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
Source: If Ignorance Is Bliss, Why Aren't There More Happy People?: Smart Quotes for Dumb Times
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