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More Quotes by T. S. Eliot
For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
You are the music while the music lasts.
If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
For I have known them all already, known them all Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
