T.S. Eliot

1888 - 1965

A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Over buttered scones and crumpets Weeping, weeping multitudes Droop in a hundred A.B.C.'s.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: A Cooking Egg, 1920

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on communication, poetry, and understanding

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on communication, poetry, and understanding

Poetry can communicate before it is understood.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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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 birth, bitterness, cities, darkness, dawn, death, doubt, emptiness, horses, information, journeys, justice, lies, men, people, regret, sleep, thought, time, travel, water, weather, wine, and women

Journey of the Magi "A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter." And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory, Lying down in the melting snow. There were times we regretted The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces, And the silken girls bringing sherbet. Then the camel men cursing and grumbling And running away, and wanting their liquor and women, And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters, And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly And the villages dirty and charging high prices: A hard time we had of it. At the end we preferred to travel all night, Sleeping in snatches, With the voices singing in our ears, saying That this was all folly. Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley, Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation, With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness, And three trees on the low sky. And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow. Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel, Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver, And feet kicking the empty wine-skins. But there was no information, and so we continued And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory. All this was a long time ago, I remember, And I would do it again, but set down This set down This: were we led all that way for Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly, We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death, But had thought they were different; this Birth was Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death. We returned to our places, these Kingdoms, But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation, With an alien people clutching their gods. I should be glad of another death.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on garden, giving, grace, journeys, life, love, memory, motherhood, satisfaction, and speech

Lady of silences Calm and distressed Torn and most whole Rose of memory Rose of forgetfulness Exhausted and life-giving Worried reposeful The single Rose Is now the Garden Where all loves end Terminate torment Of love unsatisfied The greater torment Of love satisfied End of the endless Journey to no end Conclusion of all that Is inconclusible Speech without word and Word of no speech Grace to the Mother For the Garden Where all love ends.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: Ash Wednesday, 1930

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on laughter

He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: Mr. Apollinox, 1917

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