Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.
More Quotes by T. S. Eliot
It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.
Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.
This love is silent.
You are the music while the music lasts.
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.