If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
T. S. ELIOTIf you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
T. S. ELIOTTeach us to care and not to care
T. S. ELIOTThis is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
T. S. ELIOTWhat we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
T. S. ELIOTWe do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass.
T. S. ELIOTThis is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.
T. S. ELIOTGenuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
T. S. ELIOTFootfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
T. S. ELIOTI am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
T. S. ELIOTIn my end is my beginning.
T. S. ELIOTYou are the music while the music lasts.
T. S. ELIOTEvery 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.
T. S. ELIOTTo do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life.
T. S. ELIOTThis love is silent.
T. S. ELIOTImmature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
T. S. ELIOTMen dislike being awakened from their death in life.
T. S. ELIOT