T.S. Eliot

1888 - 1965

A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on borrowing, maturity, and poets

Immature poets borrow, mature poets steal.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on acceptance, life, and strength

If you haven't the strength to impose your own terms upon life, you must accept the terms it offers you.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on death, losing, and men

I think we are in rats' alley Where the dead men lost their bones.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: The Waste Land, 1922, The Game of Chess

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each; I do not think they will sing to me.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on crisis, force, and strength

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

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 greatness

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

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 music

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Music heard so deeply that it is not heard at all, but you are the music while the music lasts.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on music

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You are the music while the music lasts.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on heart and sacred

The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonored shroud.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: Sweeney Among the Nightingales, 1920

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