All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
We shall not cease from exploring, And the end of our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Yeats was the greatest poet of our times . . . certainly the greatest in this language, and so far as I… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
I believe the moment of birth Is when we have knowledge of death I believe the season of birth Is the season… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place And what is actual is only for… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The Nobel is a ticket to one's own funeral. No one has ever done anything after he got it. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
Dear Mother, I am getting on nicely in my work at the bank, and like it ... I want to find out something about… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
When forced to work within a strict framework, the imagination is taxed to its utmost and will produce its richest ideas. Given total freedom,… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
Desire itself is movement Not in itself desirable; Love is itself unmoving, Only the cause and end of movement, Timeless, and undesiring Except in… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
the ordinary man's experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. [He] falls in love or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to do with… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different than that from which it is torn. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share
