T.s. Eliot (thomas Stearns Eliot) Quotes
(1 - 2 of 2)This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
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April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
