“I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
Fear
“Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.”
ChristmasAll Quotes by T. S. Eliot
“I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.”
Death“Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?”
Knowledge“Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.”
Christmas“Home is where one starts from.”
Home“Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.”
Respect“For love would be love of the wrong thing there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.”
Faith“Every 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.”
Experience“Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.”
Time“The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.”
Communication“As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug's game. No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: He may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.”
Poetry“I am an Anglo-Catholic in religion, a classicist in literature and a royalist in politics.”
Politics“This love is silent.”
Love“Business today consists in persuading crowds.”
Business“It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.”
Time“The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.”
Work“Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.”
Poetry“Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.”
Graduation“You are the music while the music lasts.”
Music“We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.”
Religion