T. S. Eliot Time Quotations

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

In a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

And indeed there will be time/ To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"/ Time to turn back and descend the stair,/ With a bald spot in the middle of my hair. . ./ Do I dare/ Disturb the universe?

Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it

Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.

A people without history Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern Of timeless moments.

At the beach - time you enjoyed wasting, is not wasted.

Hurry up, please, its time.

What is true, is true only for one time and only for one place.

time past and time future what might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present.

If all time is eternally present, all time is unredeemable

All time is unreedemable.

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.

There will be time to murder and create.

Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

Because I know that time is always time and place is always place and only place. And what is actual is actual only for one time. And only for one place. I rejoice that things are as they are.

Fare forward, travellers! not escaping from the past Into different lives, or into any future; You are not the same people who left that station Or who will arrive at any terminus, While the narrowing rails slide together behind you.

Here between the hither and the farther shore While time is withdrawn, consider the future And the past with an equal mind.

The young feel tired at the end of an action, the old at the beginning.

And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair.

But at my back from time to time I hear The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring. O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter And on her daughter They wash their feet in soda water.

Turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod goodbye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he as the end of the street.