Destiny waits in the hand of god, shaping the still unshapen.

— T.S. Eliot

Distracted from distraction by distraction

— T.S. Eliot

Do I dare Disturb the universe?

— T.S. Eliot

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

— T.S. Eliot

Do not let me hereof the wisdom of old men, but rather of their folly, Their fear of fear and frenzy, their fear of possession, Of belonging to another, or to others, or to God.

— T.S. Eliot

Everyone’s alone—or so it seems to me. They make noises, and think they are talking to each other;They make faces, and think they understand each other, And I’m sure they don’t. Is that delusion? Can we only love Something created in our own imaginations?

— T.S. Eliot

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance

— T.S. Eliot

Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage we did not take towards the door we never opened into the rose garden. My words echo thus, in your mind

— T.S. Eliot

For he will does he does do And there's no doing anything about it!

— T.S. Eliot

For I have known them all already, known them all—Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

— T.S. Eliot