Author Topic: ~ T. S. Eliot Quotes ~ (Read 4677 times)

MysteRy · « **Reply #30 on:** October 15, 2015, 01:59:09 PM »

The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.

MysteRy · « **Reply #31 on:** October 15, 2015, 01:59:43 PM »

Should I after tea and cakes and ices have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

MysteRy · « **Reply #32 on:** October 15, 2015, 02:00:13 PM »

The historical sense involves a perception not only of the pastness of the past but of its presence.

MysteRy · « **Reply #33 on:** October 15, 2015, 02:00:47 PM »

When a great poet has lived certain things have been done once for all and cannot be achieved again.

MysteRy · « **Reply #34 on:** October 15, 2015, 02:01:16 PM »

An editor should tell the author his writing is better than it is. Not a lot better a little better.

MysteRy · « **Reply #35 on:** October 15, 2015, 02:01:59 PM »

When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work it is constantly amalgamating disparate experiences.

MysteRy · « **Reply #36 on:** October 15, 2015, 02:03:36 PM »

Playwriting gets into your blood and you can't stop it. At least not until the producers or the public tell you to.

MysteRy · « **Reply #37 on:** October 15, 2015, 02:04:14 PM »

We know too much and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion and so is our religion.

MysteRy · « **Reply #38 on:** October 15, 2015, 02:04:45 PM »

What we call the beginning is often an end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

MysteRy · « **Reply #39 on:** October 15, 2015, 02:05:15 PM »

The difference between being an elder statesman And posing successfully as an elder statesman Is practically negligible.

MysteRy · « **Reply #40 on:** October 15, 2015, 04:59:49 PM »

To do the useful thing to say the courageous thing to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life.

MysteRy · « **Reply #41 on:** October 15, 2015, 05:00:20 PM »

It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet like the asthmatic struggling for breath so the lover must struggle for words.

MysteRy · « **Reply #42 on:** October 15, 2015, 05:00:49 PM »

April is the crudest month breeding Lilacs out of the dead land mixing Memory and desire stirring Dull roots with spring rain.

MysteRy · « **Reply #43 on:** October 15, 2015, 05:01:55 PM »

You have now learned to see That cats are much like you and me And other people whom we find Possessed of various types of mind.

MysteRy · « **Reply #44 on:** October 15, 2015, 05:02:28 PM »

April is the cruellest month breeding Lilacs out of the dead land mixing memory and desire stirring dull roots with Spring rain.

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