The Waste Land Quotes

20 of the best book quotes from The Waste Land
  1. #1
    “He, the young man carbuncular arrives,
    A small house agent’s clerk, with one bold stare,
    One of the low on whom assurance sits
    As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.”
  2. #2
    “What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
    Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
    You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
    A heap of broken images...”
  3. #3
    “Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
    Of Magnus Martyr hold
    Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.”
  4. #4
    ″(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
    Enacted on this same divan or bed;
    I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
    And walked among the lowest of the dead.)”
  5. #5
    “I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
  6. #6
    “April is the cruellest month, breeding
    Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
    Memory and desire, stirring
    Dull roots with spring rain.”
  1. #7
    “The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne.”
  2. #8
    “Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
    Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants.”
  3. #9
    “So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
    Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
    And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
    “Jug Jug” to dirty ears.”
  4. #10
    “Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
    And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.”
  5. #11
    “By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept…”
  6. #12
    “—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
    Yours arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
    Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
    Living nor dead, and I knew nothing
    Looking into the heart of light, the silence.”

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  1. #13
    “Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
    The lady of situations.”
  2. #14
    ″ Burning burning burning burning
    O Lord Thou pluckest me out
    O Lord Thou pluckest
  3. #15
    You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
  4. #16
    “You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
    (And her only thirty-one)
    I can’t help it, she said, pulling a long face,
    It’s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.”
  5. #17
    “Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
    Shantih shantih shantih.”
  6. #18
    “I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
    Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—
    I too awaited the expected guest.”
  7. #19
    “In the mountains, there you feel free.
    I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.”
  8. #20
    “O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
    Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.”
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