This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Contributed by: Zaady
Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.
Source: Gerontion, 1920
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits Like a taxi throbbing waiting I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives.
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, The Fire Sermon
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter And on her daughter They wash their feet in soda water.
Source: The Waste Land
Success is relative. It is what we can make of the mess we have made of things.
The one thing you can do is to do nothing. Wait . . . You will find that you survive humiliation and that's an experience of incalculable value.
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
Source: The Boston Evening Transcript, 1917
In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.
Who is the third who walks always beside you?
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, What the Thunder Said
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