T.S. Eliot, Poet exquisite excerpts

38 Quotes:

1.

“To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing,

to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life.”

2.

“This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.”

3.

“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.”

4.

“For I have known them all already, known them all—

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”

5.

“The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence

that we may yet have hope for the future of man”

6.

“What is hell? Hell is oneself.

Hell is alone, the other figures in it

Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from

And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.”

7.

“Shape without form, shade without colour,

Paralyzed force, gesture without motion…”

8.

“Humankind cannot bear very much reality.”

9.

“If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life,

then you must accept the terms it offers you.”

10.

“Between the idea

And the reality

Between the motion

And the act

Falls the Shadow”

11.

“Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think;

whatever you want, be sure that is what you want;

whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.”

12.

“Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.”

13.

“What we call the beginning is often the end.

And to make an end is to make a beginning.

The end is where we start from.”

14.

“Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity”

15.

“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.”

16.

“Love is most nearly itself

When here and now cease to matter.”

17.

“Time present and time past

Are both perhaps present in time future,

And time future contained in time past.

If all time is eternally present

All time is unredeemable.”

18.

“To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,

You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.

In order to arrive at what you do not know

You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.

In order to possess what you do not possess

You must go by the way of dispossession.

In order to arrive at what you are not

You must go through the way in which you are not.

And what you do not know is the only thing you know

And what you own is what you do not own

And where you are is where you are not.”

19.

“There is one who remembers the way to your door:

Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.”

20.

“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?”

21.

“…we don’t actually fear death,

we fear that no one will notice our absence,

that we will disappear without a trace.”

22.

“On Margate sands

I can connect

Nothing with nothing”

23.

“Let us go then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Like a patient etherised upon a table;

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question …”

24.

“No one can become really educated without having

pursued some study in which he took no interest –

for it is a part of education to learn to interest ourselves

in subjects for which we have no aptitude.”

25.

“The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.”

26.

“Except for the point, the still point,

There would be no dance, and there is only the dance”

27.

“So I find words I never thought to speak

In streets I never thought I should revisit

When I left my body on a distant shore.”

28.

“I am moved by fancies that are curled,

around these images and cling,

the notion of some infinitely gentle,

infinitely suffering thing.”

29.

“No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.

His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his

relation to the dead poets and artists. You cannot value him alone;

you must set him, for contrast and comparison, among the dead.”

30.

“Footfalls echo in the memory

down the passage we did not take

towards the door we never opened

into the rose garden. My words echo

thus, in your mind”

31.

“We are being made aware that the organization of society

on the principle of private profit, as well as public destruction,

is leading both to the deformation of humanity by unregulated

industrialism, and to the exhaustion of natural resources,

and that a good deal of our material progress is a progress

for which succeeding generations may have to pay dearly.”

32.

“We must not cease from exploration.

And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive

where we began and to know the place for the first time.”

33.

“Hell is oneself,

Hell is alone.”

34.

“Not the intense moment

Isolated, with no before and after,

But a lifetime burning in every moment.”

35.

“Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?

Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?”

36.

“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.

Through the unknown, remembered gate

When the last of earth left to discover

Is that which was the beginning;

At the source of the longest river

The voice of the hidden waterfall

And the children in the apple-tree

Not known, because not looked for

But heard, half-heard, in the stillness

Between two waves of the sea.”

37.

“Let us go then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Like a patient etherized upon a table;

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question…

38.

“Unreal City,

Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,

A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,

I had not thought death had undone so many.

Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,

And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,

To where St Mary Woolnoth kept the hours

With a dead sound on the final stock of nine.

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