"The Waste Land" Quotes

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water.

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish?

I had not thought death had undone so many.

HURRY UP PLEASE IT’S TIME

I will tell you what I know.

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.

I can connect Nothing with nothing.

Weialala leia Wallala leialala