T.S. Eliot

1888 - 1965

A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on blindness and life

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.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: The Waste Land, 1922, The Fire Sermon

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on daughters and water

O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter And on her daughter They wash their feet in soda water.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: The Waste Land

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on garden

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Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: La Figlia Che Piange, 1917

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper tree.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: Ash-Wednesday, 1930

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: The Boston Evening Transcript, 1917

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on women

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In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Who is the third who walks always beside you?

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: The Waste Land, 1922, What the Thunder Said

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on world

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This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: The Hollow Men, 1925

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot

One thinks of all the hands That are raising dingy shades In a thousand furnished rooms.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: Preludes, 1917, II

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