T.S. Eliot

1888 - 1965

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 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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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on heaven and honor

I shall not want Honor in Heaven For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney And have talk with Coriolanus And other heroes of that kidney.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Source: A Cooking Egg, 1920

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on time

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Hurry up, please, its time.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot

I grow old . . . I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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

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