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.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Source: Gerontion, 1920
Contributed by: Zaady
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
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
Source: La Figlia Che Piange, 1917
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
This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
Source: The Hollow Men, 1925
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