quotes by ts elliot

If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
—  T.S. Elliot, Burnt Norton
You tossed a blanket from your bed,
you lay upon your back and waited;
you dozed and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling.
And when all the world came back
And the light crept up from the shutters
And you hears the sparrows in the gutters
You had such a vision of the street
As the street hardly understands.
—  T. S. Elliot Lines from Preludes