T. S. Eliot Quotes

War among men defiles this world.

Unreal friendship may turn to real but real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended.

Half of 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.

What is hell? Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

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

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.

Only the fool, fixed in his folly, may think he can turn the wheel on which he turns.

If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent if the unheard, unspoken word is unspoken, unheard; still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard, the Word without a word, the Word within the world and for the world; and the light shone in darkness and against the Word the unstilled world still whirled about the centre of the silent Word.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Every moment is a fresh beginning.

Endless invention, endless experiment, brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness.

You cannot face it steadily, but this thing is sure, that time is no healer: the patient is no longer here.