The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
T. S. ELIOTThe purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
T. S. ELIOTOf lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
T. S. ELIOTWe 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. ELIOTTime present and time past are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
T. S. ELIOTLove is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
T. S. ELIOTDo I dare Disturb the universe?
T. S. ELIOTI 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.
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. 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. 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. ELIOTmusic heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.
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. ELIOTOnly those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
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. ELIOTOnly by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
T. S. ELIOTSometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
T. S. ELIOT