T. S. Eliot Quotes About Winter

Quotes about: Winter

• For most of us, there is only the unattended
  Moment, the moment in and out of time,
  The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
  The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
  Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
  That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
  While the music lasts

  T. S. Eliot

  Winter, Waterfalls, Lasts

  Four Quartets "The Dry Salvages" pt. 5 (1941)

• The winter evening settles down
  With smell of steaks in passageways.

  T. S. Eliot

  Food, Winter, Smell

  "Preludes" l. 1 (1917)

• I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

  T. S. Eliot

  Reading, Winter, Night

  The Waste Land l. 17 (1922)

• Cold Mountain Buddhas Han Shan Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness be dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth.

  T. S. Eliot

  Death, Running, Laughter

• A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.

  T. S. Eliot

  Time, Winter, Journey

  "Journey of the Magi" l. 1 (1927)

• Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow

  T. S. Eliot

  Winter, Snow, Covering

  The Waste Land l. 5 (1922)

• The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps.

  T. S. Eliot

  Lonely, Horse, Winter

  Prufrock (1917) "Preludes"

• In spite of all the dishonour, the broken standards, the broken lives, The broken faith in one place or another, There was something left that was more than the tales Of old men on winter evenings.

  T. S. Eliot

  Winter, Men, Broken

  T. S. Eliot (2014). “Complete Poems and Plays, 1909-1950”, p.119, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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