T.S. Eliot

1888 - 1965

A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on relatives and success

Success is relative. It is what we can make of the mess we have made of things.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on experience, survival, and value

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.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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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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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on future, past, present, and time

Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: Burnt Norton

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on murder and time

There will be time to murder and create.

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 cricket, death, fear, and water

You know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock) 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.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: The Waste Land, 1922, The Burial of the Dead

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