Quotes from T.S. Eliot

All that I could hope to make you understand Is only events: not what has happened. And people to whom nothing has ever happened Cannot understand the unimportance of events.

April is the cruelest month - - - - mixing memory and desire - - -

This last year, I have been in flight But always in ignorance of invisible pursuers. Now I know that all my life has been a flight

Pareva a me che nube ne coprisse lucida, spessa, solida e polita, quasi adamante che lo sol ferisse. Per entro sè l'eterna margarita ne recepette, com'acqua recepe raggio di luce, permanendo unita. "Meseemed a cloud enveloped us, shining, dense, firm and polished, like diamond smitten by the sun. Within itself the eternal pearl received us, as water doth receive a ray of light, though still itself uncleft".

I am the old house With the noxious smell and the sorrow before morning, In which all past is present, all degradation Is unredeemable.

The majority of mankind is lazy-minded, incurious, absorbed in vanities, and tepid in emotion, and is therefore incapable of either much doubt or much faith; and when the ordinary man calls himself a sceptic or an unbeliever, that is ordinarily a simple pose, cloaking a disinclination to think anything out to a conclusion. (Introduction to Pascal's Pensées)

Where is the Life we have lost in living?

Em uma peça de Shakespeare, podemos obter vários graus de significado. Para o público mais simples há a trama; para os mais instruídos, o caráter e o conflito dos personagens; para o mais literário, as palavras e as frases; para os dotados de maior sensibilidade musical, o ritmo, e para os de maior sensibilidade e capacidade de entender, um significado que se revela gradualmente.

Nessun maggior dolore Che di ricordar del tempo felice Nella miseria. . . .

16 But cynicism is always the indication of a mental chaos, or at least a mental disjunction and lack of unity.

If you compare several representative passages of the greatest poetry you see how great is the variety of types of combination, and also how completely any semi-ethical criterion of "sublimity" misses the mark. For it is not the "greatness," the intensity, of the emotions, the components, but the intensity of the artistic process, the pressure, so to speak, under which the fusion takes place, that counts.

What is man to decide what poetry is?

The more rapacious, to take what I never had; The more unpardonable, to taunt me with not having it. Had you taken what I had, you would have left me at least a memory Of something to live upon.

but set down/This set down/This: were we led all that way for/ Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,/We had evidence and no doubt./I had seen birth and death,/But had thought they were different; this Birth was/Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.

But you are just the same: Just as voracious for what you cannot have Because you repel it.

I have heard of such cases before—that people in his condition Often betray the most immoderate resentment At such a suggestion. They can be very cunning— Their malady makes them so. They do not want to be cured And they know what you are thinking.

There are three conditions which often look alike Yet differ completely, flourish in the same hedgerow: Attachment to self and to things and to persons, detachment From self and from things and from persons; and, growing between them, indifference Which resembles the others as death resembles life, Being between two lives - unflowering, between The live and the dead nettle.

El futuro es una canción desvanecida, una rosa real o un ramo de lavanda, de ansioso lamento por los que aún no están aquí para lamentarse, prensado entre las hojas amarillentas de un libro que nunca ha sidiero

Cognosco i segni dell antica fiamma

Hell is oneself, Hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections

Living among strangers, with no one to talk to.

Harry has crossed the frontier Beyond which safety and danger have a different meaning. And he cannot return. That is his privilege. For those who live in this world, this world only

Ridiculous the waste sad time Stretching before and after

For him the death is now only on this side, For him, danger and safety have another meaning.