T. S. Eliot Quotes

What's the point of our life? Everything seems absurd until we die, and then it makes sense.

Why should I live? Why should I do anything? Is there in life any purpose which the inevitable death that awaits me does not undo and destroy?

As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence . . .

Ten out of ten people die. You start thinking about that and it really makes you start to ask the big questions: Where did I come from? Where am I going when I die? What happens when we step out of here? What's out there?

Well, I think the main message is there is more to your story. There is more than what happens between the crib and the grave, and that is what I am really trying to speak to, this idea that all of life is this life and that there is nothing more than what we see and experience right here on this earth.

I've jokingly said that everything I'm doing now is filling up the hours before I die, but I do feel that slightly. I have no religious beliefs so this is the ride. This is it. So I'm just like anyone, I suppose, trying to fill out the days in the most interesting way possible.

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.

...the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.

When you don't believe in anything except not dying, you don't really believe in anything.

I don't know if I was put on this Earth for a purpose or not. But I'm fairly confident that I'll be taken off of it for one.

If life is not real, life is not earnest, and the grave is its goal, perhaps it's ridiculous t otake ourselves so seriously.

You'll never know why you exist, but you'll always allow yourselves to be easily persuaded to take life seriously.

What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.

I finally did not understand if we are living to survive or we are living to die!

When a man sees his end, he wants to know there was some purpose to his life.

We can tell the world that there is life after death, but the world really seems to be wondering if there is life before death.

One must either take an interest in the human situation or else parade before the void.

There's not a higher stake than someone having to face their own death.

If we don't know life, how can we know death?

The meaning of life is life.

You don't waste your entire life waiting to go back to dust.

There is only one meaning of life: the act of living itself.

We were born and we die. In between, I think we try to live as best we can.

All of us want to live, and that is absolutely natural. However, we should learn from childhood on to choose our best way to die. If we don't do that, we end up spending our days like a dog, only in search of harbour, food and expressing a blind loyalty to his owner in return. That isn't enough to make our lives have a meaning.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.