We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.
T. S. ELIOTWe read many books, because we cannot know enough people.
T. S. ELIOTSometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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. ELIOTThis love is silent.
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. ELIOTWe had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.
T. S. ELIOTBooks. Cats. Life is good.
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. ELIOTFor us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
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. ELIOTDo I dare Disturb the universe?
T. S. ELIOTThe visible reminder of Invisible Light.
T. S. ELIOTMen dislike being awakened from their death in life.
T. S. ELIOTOf lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
T. S. ELIOTWhere does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
T. S. ELIOTIf you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
T. S. ELIOT