For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
T. S. ELIOTSome editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
More T. S. Eliot Quotes
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You are the music while the music lasts.
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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.
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Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
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There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
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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.
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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.
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown.
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An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
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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.
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We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
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I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.
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I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
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Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
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Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.
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