Every moment is a fresh beginning
Thomas Stearns Eliot was a poet, essayist, publisher, playwright, literary critic and editor.
Poet | American
Born: 1888-09-26 in St. Louis, Missouri, USA
Died: January 4, 1965 in London, England
I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.
T. S. Eliot
Art never improves, but... the material of art is never quite the same.
T. S. Eliot
All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths they become facts, or at best, part of the public character or at worst, catchwords.
T. S. Eliot
Business today consists in persuading crowds.
T. S. Eliot
The business of the poet is not to find new emotions, but to use the ordinary ones and, in working them up into poetry, to express feelings which are not in actual emotions at all.
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The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
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I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.
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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.
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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.
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I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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A play should give you something to think about. When I see a play and understand it the first time, then I know it can't be much good.
T. S. Eliot
Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.
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Home is where one starts from.
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I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.
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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.
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There is no method but to be very intelligent.
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Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?
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Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
T. S. Eliot
A toothache, or a violent passion, is not necessarily diminished by our knowledge of its causes, its character, its importance or insignificance.
T. S. Eliot
Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.
T. S. Eliot
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
T. S. Eliot
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.
T. S. Eliot
This love is silent.
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You are the music while the music lasts.
T. S. Eliot
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
T. S. Eliot
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
T. S. Eliot
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.
T. S. Eliot
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.
T. S. Eliot
Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.
T. S. Eliot
The business of the poet is not to find new emotions, but to use the ordinary ones and, in working them up into poetry, to express feelings which are not in actual emotions at all.
T. S. Eliot
I am an Anglo-Catholic in religion, a classicist in literature and a royalist in politics.
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We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.
T. S. Eliot
I am an Anglo-Catholic in religion, a classicist in literature and a royalist in politics.
T. S. Eliot
Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.
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We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
T. S. Eliot
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.
T. S. Eliot
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.
T. S. Eliot
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.
T. S. Eliot
A play should give you something to think about. When I see a play and understand it the first time, then I know it can't be much good.
T. S. Eliot
Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.
T. S. Eliot
It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.
T. S. Eliot
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
T. S. Eliot
The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.
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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.
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