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
Contributed by: Zaady
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
Music heard so deeply that it is not heard at all, but you are the music while the music lasts.
You are the music while the music lasts.
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.
Source: Sweeney Among the Nightingales, 1920
Here is no water but only rock.
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, What the Thunder Said
To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life.
Turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod goodbye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he as the end of the street.
Source: The Boston Evening Transcript
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
Source: The Rock
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