Цитаты из книги Four Quartets

In the effort to keep day and night together. It seems just possible that a poem might happen To a very young man: but a poem is not poetry-- That is a life.

War is not a life: it is a situation, One which may neither be ignored nor accepted, A problem to be met with ambush and stratagem, Enveloped or scattered.

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling 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.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, Every poem an epitaph. And any action Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start. We die with the dying: See, they depart, and we go with them. We are born with the dead: See, they return, and bring us with them.

You cannot face it steadily, but this thing is sure, That time is no healer: the patient is no longer here.

It seems, as one becomes older, That the past has another pattern, and ceases to be a mere sequence-- Or even development: the latter a partial fallacy Encouraged by superficial notions of evolution, Which becomes, in the popular mind, a means of disowning the past.

Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living.

Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still.

Only through time time is conquered.

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered.

Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality. Time past and time future What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present.

Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.

И все всегда сейчас. И слова, Из сил выбиваясь, надламываются под ношей От перегрузки соскальзывают и оползают, От неточности загнивают и гибнут. Им не под силу стоять на месте, Остановиться. Их всегда осаждают Визгливые голоса, насмешка, Брань, болтовня.

Любой исход - ваше истинное назначение.

Ум человека может быть сосредоточен На смертном часе, а смертный час - это каждый час.

Просветленность всего лишь обдуманное тупоумие, Мудрость всего лишь знание мертвых тайн, Бесполезных во мраке.

Народ без истории Не спасти от забвенья, ибо история - Ткань из мгновений.

Народ без истории Не свободен от времени, ибо история - Единство мгновений вне времени.