T. S. Eliot Quotes

It takes a lot more courage to let something go than it does to hang on to it, trying to make it better. Letting go doesn't mean ignoring a situation. Letting go means accepting what is, exactly as it is, without fear, resistance, or a struggle for control.

Never say about anything, "I have lost it," but only "I have given it back." Is your child dead? It has been given back. Is your wife dead? She has been returned.

Give up all hope, all illusion, all desire..I've tried. I've tried and still I desire, I still desire not to desire and hope to be without hope and have the illusion I can be without illusions..Give up, I say. Give up everything, including the desire to be saved.

Put personal ambition away from you, and then you will find consolation in living or in dying, whatever may happen to you.

I still smile it's not worth the trouble any more for a long time now it's not been worth the trouble the tongue spring goes into the mud I stay like this not thirsty any more the tongue goes back into the mouth it closes it has to make a straight line now it's done I've made the image.

I do not hope for what I cannot have! I do not cling to things I cannot keep!

When we have done our best, we should wait the result in peace.

If you're always battling against getting older, you're always going to be unhappy, because it's going to happen anyhow.

For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.

As I settled down to sleep in that new bed in the dark city, I saw that it was too late now, too late for everything. I would not be given a second chance. In the hours when I woke, I have to tell you that this struck me almost with relief.

I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.

What i’m saying is, my friends, one ought to be able to let go. If a path does not please us, instead of insisting on going that specific way, of making our selfishness the guide, we ought to forsake. The books we cannot write, the films we cannot shoot, the projects we cannot develop, the jobs we cannot pursue and the people who no longer love us. Being able to let go, at times, is the most beautiful of all!

This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.

Even as I hold you, I am letting you go.

It's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me.

The mind which renounces, once and for ever, a futile hope, has its compensation in ever-growing calm.

Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As Heaven's sweet life renews earth's life With which we're tired, my heart and I .... In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were loved, used, - well enough, I think, we've fared, my heart and I.

And I leave my post of observation and find I have had enough of this outside life; I feel that there is nothing more that I can learn here, either now or at any time. And I long to say a last goodbye to everything up here, to go down into my burrow never to return again, let things take their course, and not try to retard them with my profitless vigils.

It's no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.

... sooner or later she had to give up the hope for a better past.

When the situation is hopeless, there's nothing to worry about.

I want to be done, and actually, go "I had a good run. No regrets. I'm ready to step aside."

How do you resign yourself to something that will never be? You stop wanting just that thing. You go numb. Or you kill the agent of desire.