T.S. Eliot

1888 - 1965

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 deception, forgiveness, guidance, history, and knowledge

After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us by vanities.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: Gerontion, 1920

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on death and profit

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: The Waste Land, 1922, Death by Water

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.

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 bliss and promises

Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: Whispers of Immortality, 1920

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on friendship and time

Friendship should be more than biting time can sever.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on hell

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Hell is oneself, Hell is alone, the other figures in it, merely projections.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on hell

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The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on church, day, god, and sleep

The hippopotamus's day Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts; God works in a mysterious way- The Church can sleep and feed at once.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: The Hippopotamus, 1920

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on colors, death, direction, force, losing, men, soul, and violence

Shape without form, shade without color, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: The Hollow Men, 1925

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