There’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. 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. ELIOTUnreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
T. S. ELIOTThere is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
T. S. ELIOTWe 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. ELIOTI should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
T. S. ELIOTIn my end is my beginning.
T. S. ELIOTWe don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.
T. S. ELIOTWhat 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.
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. ELIOTThis love is silent.
T. S. ELIOTHumankind cannot bear very much reality.
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. ELIOTThe visible reminder of Invisible Light.
T. S. ELIOTTime 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.
T. S. ELIOTThis is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
T. S. ELIOTIn a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
T. S. ELIOT