Frases de Thomas Stearns Eliot

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“Solo aquellos que se arriesgan a ir demasiado lejos sabrán lo lejos que pueden llegar.”

“Y te enseñaré algo que no es
ni la sombra tuya que te sigue por la mañana
ni tu sombra que al atardecer sale a tu encuentro;
te mostraré el miedo en un puñado de polvo.”

“Hay épocas en que uno siente que ha caído a pedazos y a la vez se ve a sí mismo en mitad de la carretera estudiando las piezas sueltas, preguntándose si será capaz de montarlas otra vez y qué especie de artefaco saldrá.”

“La experiencia me ha enseñado que, a la hora de valorar la poesía, cuanto menos se sepa acerca de un poeta y su obra, antes de empezar a leerlo, mejor.”

“No dejaremos de explorar y el fin de nuestra exploración sera encontrar el punto de partida y conocer el lugar por primera vez.”

“No tememos a la muerte, tememos que nadie note nuestra ausencia; que desaparezcamos sin dejar rastro.”

“Los poetas inmaduros imitan; los poetas maduros roban; los malos estropean lo que roban, y los buenos lo convierten en algo mejor.”

“La mayor parte de los problemas del mundo se deben a la gente que quiere ser importante.”

“Las palabras del año pasado pertenecen al lenguaje del año pasado. Las palabras del próximo año esperan otra voz.”

“Hacer lo útil, decir lo justo y contemplar lo bello es bastante para una vida de hombre.”

“Algunos periodistas son escritores fallidos; pero también lo son muchos escritores.”

“Then spoke the thunder
DA Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed.”

“We must learn to suffer more.”

“Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question”

“I am glad you have a Cat, but I do not believe it is So remarkable a cat as My Cat.”

“And indeed there will be time to wonder, 'Do I dare?', and 'Do I dare?”

“Only through time time is conquered”

“The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence”

“It is impossible to say just what I mean!”

“My mind may be American but my heart is British.”

“The only wisdom we can hope to acquire
Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.

The houses are all gone under the sea.

The dancers are all gone under the hill.”

“Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow”

“Hell is oneself,
Hell is alone.”

“Till Human voices wake us, and we drown.”

“Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment.”

“The journey, Not the destination matters…”

“Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die. Words, after speech, reach
Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness…”

“In order to arrive at what you are not, you must go through the way in which you are not.”

“Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table.”

“The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood--
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.”

“Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?”

“Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still. Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.”

“I think we are in rats’ alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.”

“The still point in a turning world.”

“We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.”

“And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And a hundred visions and revisions”

“The last temptation is the greatest treason: To do the right deed for the wrong reason.”

“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”

“The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.”

“Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.”