T. S. Eliot Sayings and Quotes

Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous old T. S. Eliot quotes, T. S. Eliot sayings, and T. S. Eliot proverbs, collected over the years from a variety of sources.

If you do not push the boundaries, you will never know where they are. T. S. Eliot
The circle of our understanding is a very restricted area. T. S. Eliot
Every moment is a fresh beginning. T. S. Eliot
Accident is design / And design is accident / In a cloud of unknowing. T. S. Eliot
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. T. S. Eliot
A tradition without intelligence is not worth having. T. S. Eliot
Every moment is a new and shocking transvaluation of all we have ever been. T. S. Eliot
Honest criticism and sensible appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry. T. S. Eliot
He is haunted by a demon, a demon against which he feels powerless, because in its first manifestation it has no face, no name, nothing; and the words, the poem he makes, are a kind of exorcism of this demon. T. S. Eliot
It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words. T. S. Eliot
At the beach - time you enjoyed wasting, is not wasted. T. S. Eliot
People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced. T. S. Eliot
Truth on our level is a different thing from truth for the jellyfish. T. S. Eliot
Never commit yourself to a cheese without having first examined it. T. S. Eliot
Finding a way to live the simple life is one of life's supreme complications. T. S. Eliot
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison. T. S. Eliot
I could see nothing behind that child's eye. / I have seen eyes in the street / Trying to peer through lighted shutters, / And a crab one afternoon in a pool, / An old crab with barnacles on his back, / Gripped the end of a stick which I held him. T. S. Eliot
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. T. S. Eliot