I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
T. S. ELIOTThere is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
More T. S. Eliot Quotes
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Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
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Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life.
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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.
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This love is silent.
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People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
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Distracted from distraction by distraction
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Books. Cats. Life is good.
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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?
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Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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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.
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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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Teach us to care and not to care
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This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.
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Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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For you know only a heap of broken images
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Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
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music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
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If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
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April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
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Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
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We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.
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There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
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Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
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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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