T. S. Eliot Quotes

When one's dead, one's dead... This squirrel will become earth all in his time. And still later on, there'll grow new trees from him, with new squirrels skipping about in them. Do you think that's so very sad?

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

Nature obliges everything to change about. One thing crumbles and falls in the weakness of age; Another grows in its place from a negligible start. So time alters the whole nature of the world And earth passes from one state to another.

The things we now esteem fixed shall, one by one, detach themselves, like ripe fruit, from our experience, and fall. The wind shall blow them none knows whither.

Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay.

History fades into fable; fact becomes clouded with doubt and controversy; the inscription molders from the tablet: the statue falls from the pedestal. Columns, arches, pyramids, what are they but heaps of sand; and their epitaphs, but characters written in the dust?

All existing things are really one. We regard those that are beautiful and rare as valuable, and those that are ugly as foul and rotten The foul and rotten may come to be transformed into what is rare and valuable, and the rare and valuable into what is foul and rotten.

What ever truth drops on it eventually grinds to a powder.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

Everything that has a beginning comes to an end.

Gold and silver from the dead turn often into lead.

It is useless to contend with the irresistible power of Time, which goes on continually creating by a process of constant destruction.

Time destroys everything.

Time is not kind to everything.

A human being is a being who is constantly 'under construction,' but also, in a parallel fashion, always in a state of constant destruction.

Nothing cannot exist forever.

In this world of change, nothing which comes stays, and nothing which goes is lost.

Time is the devourer of all things.

There's a harsh reality - nothing lasts forever. You have to be ready to grow, and grow fast.

Destroying is a necessary function in life. Everything has its season, and all things eventually lose their effectiveness and die.

The top of a pinnacle now, firewood soon

Men and women, empires and cities, thrones, principalities, and powers, mountains, rivers, and unfathomed seas, worlds, spaces, and universes, all have their day, and all must go.

What is this world? A complex whole, subject to endless revolutions. All these revolutions show a continual tendency to destruction; a swift succession of beings who follow one another, press forward, and vanish; a fleeting symmetry; the order of a moment.

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending!

The Flower that once has blown forever dies.