T.S. Eliot

1888 - 1965

A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on life

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I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

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 despair, insanity, and world

Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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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 laughter

His laughter tinkled among the teacups.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: Mr. Apollinox, 1917

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on learning and men

We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Learning together.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: the hollow men, 1925

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on patience

Let us go then, you and I When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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

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