T.S. Eliot

1888 - 1965

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 thinking

Dayodhuam: I have heard the key Turn in the door once and turn once only We think of the key, each in his prison Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

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 elections, interest, life, peace, and sincerity

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on emptiness

And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

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 beginning

What we call the beginning Is often the end And to make an end Is to make a new beginning. The end is where we start from.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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A Quote by Thomas Stearns Eliot on eternity

And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.

T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

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

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