If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
It is generally a feminine eye that first detects the moral deficiencies hidden under the 'dear deceit' of beauty. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable, Patient… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The naming of cats is a difficult matter. It isn't just one of your holiday games. You may think at first I'm… — 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
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
But it seems that something has happened that has never happened before; though we know not just when, or why, or how,… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image