black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity

T. S. Eliot

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
T. S. ELIOT

Humanity Reality
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. ELIOT

Deep Family Light Love See Silence Talk
Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
T. S. ELIOT

End Friendship Reality Repair
We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
T. S. ELIOT

Philosophy Place Travel
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
T. S. ELIOT

Ink Literature Poet Purpose
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
T. S. ELIOT

Deep Love
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
T. S. ELIOT

Fear Myself Yourself
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. ELIOT

Death Desire Flower Memories Rain Season Spring
It 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. ELIOT

Destiny Fools Harm Ourselves Risk Yourself
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
T. S. ELIOT

Deep Knowledge Lost Wisdom
Distracted from distraction by distraction
T. S. ELIOT

Distraction One Liner Philosophy
The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
T. S. ELIOT

Best Evidence Existence Future Hope Library Man
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.
T. S. ELIOT

Deep Dream Fantasy Girl Human Sea Voice Wake Up
We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.
T. S. ELIOT

Deep Different Experience Missing
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.
T. S. ELIOT

Body Myself Talk Thinking Word
The last act is the greatest treason. To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
T. S. ELIOT

Act Greatness Reason Right Wrong

Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity

Related Topics

Popular Authors

Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More T. S. Eliot Quotes