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 the 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.
T.S. Eliot, from “East Coker” (via liquidnight)
Reblogged from it's all in the wrist
“Words move, music moves / Only in time; but that which is only living / can only die. Words, after speech, / reach / Into the silence.”
—T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
Photograph: John Loengard, T.S. Eliot, Cambridge, MA, 1956
Reblogged from Crashingly Beautiful
Armed with 12 minds, five dreams, three crushes, a couple of rants, and a pretzel stand to hide behind.