T. S. Eliot Quotes

Time is flying never to return.

While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change.

A lot of my works deal with a passage, which is about time. I don't see anything that I do as a static object in space. It has to exist as a journey in time.

Time passes irrevocably.

No court can make time stand still.

You can't be 24 again; you can't be new when you're 40 years old.

You can get there from here, though there's no going home. Everywhere you go will be somewhere you've never been. "Theories of Time and Space

Tis but a short journey across the isthmus of Now.

Time only moves in one direction. Remember that. Things always change.

Life is a journey. Time is a river. The door is ajar

Every second that passes is like a door that opens to allow in what has not yet happened, what we call the future, but, to challenge the contradictory nature of what we have just said, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the future is just an immense void, that the future is just the time on which the eternal present feeds.

There aren't any old times. When times are gone they're not old, they're dead! There aren't any times but new times!

Time heals all things but one: Time.

Once you hear something, you can never return to the time before you heard it.

Thus does the unyielding, inescapable future ineluctably devour the present.

One good thing about the past is that you can't change it. So there's no reason to go back. It's there. It is what it is. The only thing you can change is right now and what's happening next.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

The waves of time wash us all clean.

The past is over and done and cannot be changed. This is the only moment we can experience.

Time does not pass, it merely changes.

Yes, the stories are dangerous, she was right. A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through. Do you come back?

A journey is a gesture inscribed in space, it vanishes even as it's made. You go from one place to another place, and on to somewhere else again, and already behind you there is no trace that you were ever there.

We think we are the victims of time. In reality, the way of the world isn't fixed anywhere. How could that be possible? We are our own journey. And therefore we are time as well. We are the same. Fugitive. Inscrutable. Ruthless.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.