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Waste Land Quotes:

I can connect Nothing with nothing

source: T.S. Eliot (2015). “The Poems of T. S. Eliot Volume II: Practical Cats and Further Verses”, p.398, Faber & Faber

topic: Wasteland, I Can, Waste Land

quote we shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive t s eliot Quotes

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

source: Four Quartets "Little Gidding" pt. 5 (1942)

topic: Inspirational, Funny, Life, Journey And Destination, Journey Of Self Discovery

He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.

topic: Patience, Dying, Littles, Waste Land

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

source: The Waste Land l. 25 (1922)

topic: Morning, Fear, Rocks, Sound Of Water, Dead Trees

In the mountains, there you feel free.

topic: Mountain, Feels, Waste Land

I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.

source: Waste Land (1922) pt. 2

topic: Men, Thinking, Rats, Waste Land, Alleys

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

topic: Age, Ruins, Nostalgia, Waste Land, Domestic Life

And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you I will show you fear in a handful of dust

topic: Morning, Fear, Dust, Handful, Waste Land

We had been hopelessly labouring to plough waste lands; to make nationality grow in a place full of the certainty of God… Among the tribes our creed could be only like the desert grass – a beautiful swift seeming of spring; which, after a day’s heat, fell dusty.

- T. E. Lawrence

source: T. E. Lawrence (2013). “Seven Pillars of Wisdom”, p.338, Black House Publishing Ltd

topic: Beautiful, Spring, Military, Waste Land, Seeming

A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.

source: The Waste Land l. 60 (1922).

topic: Bridges, Crowds, London, Waste Land

For you know only a heap of broken images

source: The Waste Land l. 21 (1922)

topic: Broken, Broken Images, Knows, Waste Land

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

topic: Memories, Spring, Rain, Spring Garden, Spring Gardening

Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman -But who is that on the other side of you?

source: Waste Land (1922) pt. 5

topic: Men, White, Together, Waste Land

Dayodhuam: I have heard the key Turn in the door once and turn once only We think of the key, each in his prison Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

topic: Thinking, Doors, Keys, Waste Land

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

topic: Reading, Winter, Night, Waste Land, Funny Winter

What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.

source: The Waste Land l. 404 (1922)

topic: Heart, Blood, Age, Waste Land

Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow

source: The Waste Land l. 5 (1922)

topic: Winter, Snow, Covering, Waste Land, Forgetful

In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing

topic: Singing, Moonlight, Grass, Waste Land

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

topic: Communication, Writing, Poetry, Waste Land, Poetry By Poets

My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. 'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak. 'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? 'I never know what you are thinking. Think.

source: T.S. Eliot (2011). “The Complete Poems and Plays of T. S. Eliot”, p.56, Faber & Faber

topic: Night, Thinking, Nerves, Waste Land, Stay With Me

You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer.

source: T.S. Eliot “My Own Wasteland”, Lisa Lee

topic: Girl, Heart, Eye, Waste Land, Hyacinths

I tried to explain to her the significance of the great poet, but without much success, The Waste Land not figuring very largely in Mam's scheme of things. "The thing is," I said finally, "he won the Nobel Prize." "Well," she said, with that unerring grasp of inessentials which is the prerogative of mothers, "I'm not surprised. It was a beautiful overcoat.

topic: Beautiful, Mother, Land, Prerogative, Overcoat

Buckwheat may be planted later than any similar crop, and often does well on old meadows or waste land that can be broken after the more exacting crops are planted.

- David F. Houston

topic: Land, Broken, Doe, Meadows, Waste Land

[On The Waste Land:] Various critics have done me the honor to interpret the poem in terms of criticism of the contemporary world, have considered it, indeed, as an important bit of social criticism. To me it was only the relief of a personal and wholly insignificant grouse against life; it is just a piece of rhythmical grumbling.

topic: Land, Honor, Criticism, Grumbling, Waste Land

I can't help seeing 'Waste Land' as the third in a triptych with my earlier films 'Devil's Playground' and 'Blindsight,' and not least in the awe and gratitude I feel for the group of people who were courageous enough to share their stories with us - and to live lives so rich in inspiration for us all.

topic: Gratitude, Live Life, Inspiration, Waste Land

I find titles the hardest thing. I was worried that 'Waste Land' was too much of a downer. For me, 'The Crash Reel' confronts what the film is about: it's not just about the reality of a crash, it's about the extremity we all face, and what happens when life crashes on you.

topic: Reality, Land, Titles, Waste Land, Downers

What I was trying to convey there was the kind of waste land that was left after the war. It was a bit like one always thinks of war, you know, stark scenery and no birds, no trees, no leaves, nothing living. And just emptiness.

- George Martin

topic: War, Thinking, Land, Waste Land

A waste land lit by holy candles.

topic: Land, History, Waste, Waste Land

Someone once said that "The Waste Land" was a scum of poetry floating on a sea of footnotes. That resonated with me, because that's kind of what I was doing lyrically for a while. I was being very referential in a way. I would drop in these little phrases or ideas that were sort of portholes into a whole bigger realm of thought or whatever, that would work within the song, but that you could also poke through into a bigger discussion.

source: "Ted Leo and Ben Arthur Discuss Carly Simon, Joyce Carl Oates, and the Touring Grind". Interview with Ben Arthur, logger.believermag.com. June 26, 2016.

topic: Song, Land, Ideas, Waste Land

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