Quotes by T. S. Eliot

Do not mistake movement for purpose. Many wander, few truly arrive.

The echoes of choices reverberate long after the act.

The half-said thing is often the most potent.

To truly see, one must first close their eyes to the obvious.

The echoes of yesterday shape the silence of today.

The map is not the territory, nor is the word the world. Seek beyond the symbols.

To truly know ourselves, we must first confront the landscapes we have desperately tried to forget.

Do not mistake movement for progress.

The pursuit of perfection is a fool's errand. Embrace the flawed beauty of existence.

The search for perfection is a winding path, best walked with the knowledge that the destination is not the point.

We are all, in our own way, searching for a map to a city we have never seen.

The end is not a full stop, but a pause. A chance to rephrase the question.

The echo of what might have been is often louder than what is.

The fog of the present obscures the clarity of the past and the possibilities of the future.

Doubt is the shadow that gives shape to belief.

To build anew, one must first dismantle the old.

We are all strangers, seeking solace in a fleeting world.

The search for meaning is itself a kind of meaning.

The true measure of time is not in years, but in the moments that take our breath away.

We are all, in essence, curators of our own fleeting memories.

To know the path, you must first lose your way.

To know the road ahead, one must first understand the footprints left behind.

Silence can be the loudest confession.

The echo of choices lingers long after the act.

The half-life of joy is a fleeting dance, remembered most vividly in its absence.

To understand the journey, one must first accept the map is never the territory.

We are all exiles in time, searching for a home we can never quite recall.

To confront the void, you must first acknowledge its presence.

Progress is not a straight line; it is a winding path through shadows and light.

The quiet despair is often louder than any battle cry.

The real prison is not stone, but the cage we build within our own minds.

To know the path, one must first wander far enough to lose it.

Meaning is not found, but crafted.

The most profound journeys are often those taken within.

The greatest prisons are built not of stone, but of regret.

The future is not a destination, but a direction.

Words, once uttered, become part of the tapestry of time.

To truly see, one must first learn to look beyond the obvious.

A moment of clarity can illuminate a lifetime of confusion.

The present is but a shadow cast by the future we imagine.

The wasteland within is more fearsome than any outer desert.

The greatest journeys are not those we take to new lands, but those we take within ourselves.

Do not mistake motion for progress. Some paths lead only in circles.