Quotes from T.S. Eliot

I don't know much about gods, but I think the river is a strong, brown god

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.

Destiny waits in the hand of god, shaping the still unshapen..

Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.

The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man

Humor is also a way of saying something serious.

If you haven't the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.

To make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity

All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance.

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.

Not the intense momentIsolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.

What 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.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

Half the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don't mean to do harm; but the harm does not interest them. Or they do not see it, or they justify it because they are absorbed in the endless struggle to think well of themselves.

Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.