Desire itself is movement Not in itself desirable; Love is itself unmoving, Only the cause and end of movement, Timeless, and undesiring… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“No I am not Prince Hamlet nor was meant to be Am an attendant lord one that will do To swell a… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Every moment is a new and shocking transvaluation of all we have ever been. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
For every life and every act consequence of good and evil can be shown and as in time results of many deeds… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
A people without history Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern Of timeless moments. — 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
If you find examples of humanism which are anti-religious, or at least in opposition to the religious faith of the place and… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The sense of wellbeing! Its often with us When we are young, but then it's not noticed; And by the time one… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
What a poem means is as much what it means to others as what it means to the author; and indeed, in… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
The young feel tired at the end of an action, the old at the beginning. — 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
Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod goodbye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he as the end of… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
But at my back from time to time I hear The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring Sweeney to Mrs.… — 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
That is the worst moment, when you feel you have lost / The desires for all that was most desirable, / Before… — 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
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