Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.
T. S. EliotFor last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.
T. S. EliotIn a world of fugitives, the person taking the opposite direction will appear to run away.
T. S. EliotIn my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass. Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires, Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth Which is already flesh, fur and faeces, Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.
T. S. Eliot