224 Quotes by T.S. Eliot

Who then devised the torment? Love.

I grow old...I grow old...I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk along the beach.I have the heard the mermaids singing, each to each.I do not think they will sing to me.

Let us go then you and IWhen the evening is spread out against the skyLike a patient etherized upon a table.

Sunday: this satisfied processionOf definite Sunday faces;Bonnets, silk hats, and conscious gracesIn repetition that displacesYour mental self-possessionBy this unwarranted digression.Evening, lights, and tea!Children and cats in the alley;Dejection unable to rallyAgainst this dull conspiracy.And Life, a little bald and gray,Languid, fastidious, and bland,Waits, hat and gloves in hand,Punctilious of tie and suit(Somewhat impatient of delay)On the doorstep of the Absolute.

I am moved by fancies that are curledAround these images, and cling:The notion of some infinitely gentleInfinitely suffering thing.Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;The worlds revolve like ancient womenGathering fuel in vacant lots.

We returned to our palaces, these Kingdoms, but no longer at ease here in the old dispensation, with an alien people clutching their gods. I should be glad of another death.

Because these wings are no longer wings to fly But merely vans to beat the airThe air which is now thoroughly small and drySmaller and dryer than the willTeach us to care and not to careTeach us to sit still

No place of grace for those who avoid the faceNo time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the voice

Pray for those who chose and oppose