April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. ELIOTApril is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. ELIOTIf you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
T. S. ELIOTTime present and time past are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
T. S. ELIOTIt’s not wise to violate the rules until you know how to observe them.
T. S. ELIOTWhere is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
T. S. ELIOTIt will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous. Resign yourself to be the fool you are. We must always take risks. That is our destiny.
T. S. ELIOTWhatever 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.
T. S. ELIOTIf you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.
T. S. ELIOTUnreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
T. S. ELIOTThe purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
T. S. ELIOTHumankind cannot bear very much reality.
T. S. ELIOTThere’s no vocabulary For love within a family, love that’s lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.
T. S. ELIOTI can connect Nothing with nothing
T. S. ELIOTWhere 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. ELIOTI have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
T. S. ELIOTWe 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.
T. S. ELIOT