T. S. Eliot Quotes About Life

Quotes about: Life

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  Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

  T. S. Eliot

  Inspirational, Life, Motivational

  T.S. Eliot (2015). “The Poems of T. S. Eliot Volume I: Collected and Uncollected Poems”, p.1250, Faber & Faber

• We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

  T. S. Eliot

  Inspirational, Funny, Life

  Four Quartets "Little Gidding" pt. 5 (1942)

• 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?

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Wisdom, Knowledge

  "Choruses from the Rock" pt. 1 (1934)

• If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.

  T. S. Eliot

  Inspirational, Life, Motivational

• It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.

  T. S. Eliot

  Love, Inspirational, Life

  "Knowledge and Experience in the Philosophy of F.H. Bradley". Book by T. S. Eliot, ch. 1, Columbia University Press (quoting Doctoral dissertation in philosophy; submitted to Harvard in 1916), 1964.

• I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Success, Coffee

  "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" l. 51 (1917)

• Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance

  T. S. Eliot

  Inspirational, Life, Dancing

  T.S. Eliot (2015). “The Poems of T. S. Eliot Volume I: Collected and Uncollected Poems”, p.181, Faber & Faber

• 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

  Life, Fake People, Peace

• Lady of silences
  Calm and distressed
  Torn and most whole
  Rose of memory
  Rose of forgetfulness
  Exhausted and life-giving
  Worried reposeful
  The single Rose
  Is now the Garden
  Where all loves end
  Terminate torment
  Of love unsatisfied
  The greater torment
  Of love satisfied
  End of the endless
  Journey to no end
  Conclusion of all that
  Is inconclusible
  Speech without word and
  Word of no speech
  Grace to the Mother
  For the Garden
  Where all love ends.

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Mother, Memories

  T. S. Eliot (2014). “Complete Poems and Plays, 1909-1950”, p.71, 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.

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Pain, Light

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

• To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life.

  T. S. Eliot

  Inspirational, Life, Beautiful

  T. S. Eliot (1986). “The Use of Poetry and the Use of Criticism: Studies in the Relation of Criticism to Poetry in England”, p.3, Harvard University Press

• Any religion is forever in danger of petrifaction into mere ritual and habit, though ritual and habit be essential to religion.

  T. S. Eliot

  Inspirational, Life, Forever

  T. S. Eliot (2014). “Selected Essays”, p.396, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Love is the unfamiliar Name
  Behind the hands that wove
  The intolerable shirt of flame
  Which human power cannot remove.

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Love Is, Flames

  Four Quartets "Little Gidding" pt. 4 (1942)

• Can we only love
  Something created in our own imaginations?
  Are we all in fact unloving and unloveable?
  Then one is alone, and if one is alone
  Then lover and beloved are equally unreal
  And the dreamer is no more real than his dreams.

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Dream, Real

• You can evade life, but you can not evade Death.

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Life Death, Can Not

• Birth, and copulation, and death; that's all the facts when you come to brass tacks.

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Death, Dying

  Sweeney Agonistes (1932)

• Love is most nearly itself
  When here and now cease to matter.
  Old men ought to be explorers
  Here or there does not matter
  We must be still and still moving
  Into another intensity
  For a further union, a deeper communion
  Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
  The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
  Of the petrel and the porpoise.

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Moving, Dark

  T.S. Eliot (2016). “Cuatro cuartetos: Precedido por La roca y Asesinato en la Catedral”, p.99, LUMEN

• Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.

  T. S. Eliot

  Love, Life, Romantic

  1940 Four Quartets,'East Coker', pt.5.

• It seems just possible that a poem might happen to a very young man: but a poem is not poetry -That is a life.

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Men, Might

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

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Death, Light

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

• The fool,fixed in his folly,may think He can turn the wheel on which he turns.

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Thinking, May

  T.S. Eliot (2011). “The Complete Poems and Plays of T. S. Eliot”, p.229, Faber & Faber

• Desire itself is movement
  Not in itself desirable;
  Love is itself unmoving,
  Only the cause and end of movement,
  Timeless, and undesiring
  Except in the aspect of time
  Caught in the form of limitation
  Between un-being and being.

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Love Is, Desire

  T.S. Eliot (2009). “Collected Poems 1909-1962”, p.161, Faber & Faber

• The single Rose
  Is now the Garden
  Where all loves end

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Garden, Single Rose

  T.S. Eliot (2010). “The Waste Land and Other Poems”, p.43, Faber & Faber

• Can we only love
  Something created in our own imaginations?

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Imagination, Only Love

  T. S. Eliot (2014). “The Complete Plays of T. S. Eliot”, p.189, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• At the violet hour, when the eyes and back Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits Like a taxi throbbing waiting I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives.

  T. S. Eliot

  Life, Eye, Two

  'The Waste Land' (1922) pt. 3

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