A Quote by T. S. Eliot

I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. — © T. S. Eliot
I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
Today the guns are silent. A great tragedy has ended. A great victory has been won. The skies no longer rain with death - the seas bear only commerce - men everywhere walk upright in the sunlight. The entire world lies quietly at peace. The holy mission has been completed. And in reporting this to you, the people, I speak for the thousands of silent lips, forever stilled among the jungles and the beaches and in the deep waters of the Pacific which marked the way.
I have been on shop floors. I have talked to a lot of the companies that create jobs in South Carolina and across the country. And what they want is less regulation.
You can be merry with the king, you can share a joke with him. But as Thomas More used to say, it's like sporting with a tamed lion. You tousle its mane and pull its ears, but all the time you're thinking, those claws, those claws, those claws.
I know what you're thinking - that anybody with proper sensitive feelings would rather scrub floors for a living. But I should scrub floors very badly, and I write detective stories rather well. I don't see why proper feelings should prevent me from doing my proper job.
Krishna Raj is being made into 17-18 floors, and all the floors will be with Rishi's family; it's not for sale.
Two of the biggest conversational blunders you can make are saying something when you should stay silent, and staying silent when you should say something.
In summer, intolerable closeness; in winter, unendurable cold. All the floors were rotten. Filth on the floors an inch thick; one could slip and fall.
If we are silent when we should speak, we are not living the Discipline of silence. If we speak when we should be silent, we again miss the mark.
We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.
Steadfast Seas and MountainsThe lofty mountains and the seas, Being mountains, being seas, Both exist and are real. But frail as flowers are the lives of men, Passing phantoms of this world.
When cats scratch the furniture, it's only because they're trying to sharpen their claws, which means they get so long that they want to grind them down. So if you trim their claws routinely, it helps tremendously.
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.
If you keep it," Daneca says, "he'll have his claws in you." Everyone has their claws in me. Everyone.
Literature, like a gypsy, to be picturesque, should be a little ragged.
Don't fear to pledge. By winds the perjuries of love Are blown, null and void, across the land and farthest seas.
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