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T. S. Eliot Quotes - Page 14

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The Nobel is a ticket to one's own funeral. No one has ever done anything after he got it.

The Nobel is a ticket to one's own funeral. No one has ever done anything after he got it.

Funeral, Done, Tickets

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

Dark, Space, Vacant

Four Quartets "East Coker" pt. 3 (1940)

Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.

Window Panes, Tea, Vision

T. S. Eliot (2014). “The Waste Land and Other Poems”, p.10, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

War among men defiles this world.

War, Men, World

T.S. Eliot (2011). “The Complete Poems and Plays of T. S. Eliot”, p.245, Faber & Faber

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

Time, Believe, Thinking

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Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.

Helping, Language, Should

What a poem means is as much what it means to others as what it means to the author; and indeed, in the course of time a poet may become merely reader in respect to his own works, forgetting his original meaning.

Mean, Poetry, May

T. S. Eliot (1986). “The Use of Poetry and the Use of Criticism: Studies in the Relation of Criticism to Poetry in England”, p.122, Harvard University Press

It's not wise to violate rules until you know how to observe them.

Wise, Rebellion, Know How

It has frequently been said that we never desire what we think absolutely inapprehensible: it is however true that some of our sharpest agonies are those in which the object of desire is regarded as both possible and imaginary.

Thinking, Agony, Desire

I am tired with my own life and the lives of those after me, I am dying in my own death and the deaths of those after me.

Tired, Dying, Mortality

T. S. Eliot (2014). “Complete Poems and Plays, 1909-1950”, p.79, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and Paris in the spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world To be wonderful and youthful afterall

Spring, Sunset, Paris

T.S. Eliot (2009). “Collected Poems 1909-1962”, p.13, Faber & Faber

I was too slow a mover to be a boxer. It was much easier to be a poet.

Boxers, Poet, Easier

There is, it seems to us, At best, only a limited value In the knowledge derived from experience.

Experience, Quartets, Seems

1940 Four Quartets,'East Coker', pt.2.

Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman -But who is that on the other side of you?

Men, White, Together

Waste Land (1922) pt. 5

The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.

Hints, Half, Quartets

1941 Four Quartets,'The Dry Salvages', pt.5.

Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways.

Death, Hands, Way

T. S. Eliot (2014). “Murder in the Cathedral”, p.44, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors and issues.

Issues, History, Cunning

"Gerontion" l. 33 (1920)

We fight for lost causes because we know that our defeat and dismay may be the preface to our successors' victory, though that victory itself will be temporary; we fight rather to keep something alive than in the expectation that anything will triumph.

Fighting, Expectations, Victory

T. S. Eliot (2014). “Essays Ancient and Modern”, p.59, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and ecstasy is too much pain.

Life, Pain, Light

T. S. Eliot (2014). “Complete Poems and Plays, 1909-1950”, p.122, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Every nation, every race, has not only its own creative, but its own critical turn of mind; and is even more oblivious of the shortcomings and limitations of its critical habits than of those of its creative genius.

Race, Creative, Mind

T.S. Eliot (2010). “The Waste Land and Other Poems”, p.84, Broadview Press

O father, father Gone from us, lost to us, The church lies bereft, Alone, Desecrated, desolated. And the heathen shall build On the ruins Their world without God. I see it. I see it.

Lying, Father, Church

T. S. Eliot (2014). “Complete Poems and Plays, 1909-1950”, p.228, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

If we are moved by a poem, it has meant something, perhaps something important, to us; if we are not moved, then it is, as poetry, meaningless.

Important, Moved, Ifs

It is generally a feminine eye that first detects the moral deficiencies hidden under the 'dear deceit' of beauty.

Beauty, Eye, Deceit

The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours.

Life, New Year, Spring

T. S. Eliot (2014). “The Waste Land and Other Poems”, p.27, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

Life, Death, Light

T. S. Eliot (2014). “Complete Poems and Plays, 1909-1950”, p.78, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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