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I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.
— W.B.Yeats
They shall be remembered forever,
They shall be alive forever,
They shall be speaking forever,
The people shall hear them forever. — W.B.Yeats
They shall be alive forever,
They shall be speaking forever,
The people shall hear them forever. — W.B.Yeats
Man can embody the truth but he cannot know it.
— W.B.Yeats
I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.
— W.B.Yeats
I had a thought for no one's but your ears; / That you were beautiful, and that I strove / To love you in the old high way of love;
— W.B.Yeats
When one gets quiet, then something wakes up inside one, something happy and quiet like the stars.
— W.B.Yeats
Love comes in at the eye.
— W.B.Yeats
Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.
— W.B.Yeats
To long a sacrifice can make a stone of a heart
— W.B.Yeats
Fairies in Ireland are sometimes as big as we are, sometimes bigger, and sometimes, as I have been told, about three feet high.
— W.B.Yeats
Go on, live in your poultry-yard. Scratch straw and cluck and cackle at everything that you take for a fox. [Exit.
— W.B.Yeats
Wine enters through the mouth,
Love, the eyes.
I raise the glass to my mouth,
I look at you,
I sigh. — W.B.Yeats
Love, the eyes.
I raise the glass to my mouth,
I look at you,
I sigh. — W.B.Yeats
Nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness.
— W.B.Yeats
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings. — W.B.Yeats
And evening full of the linnet's wings. — W.B.Yeats
I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses. — W.B.Yeats
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses. — W.B.Yeats
A lonely impulse of delight
— W.B.Yeats
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
— W.B.Yeats
What can be explained is not poetry.
— W.B.Yeats
And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,/ Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings ...
— W.B.Yeats
Rhetoric is will doing the work of imagination
— W.B.Yeats
Surely some revelation is at hand.
— W.B.Yeats
Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
— W.B.Yeats
Myself I must remake.
— W.B.Yeats
A king is but a foolish labourer
Who wastes his blood to be another's dream.
-from Fergus and the Druid — W.B.Yeats
Who wastes his blood to be another's dream.
-from Fergus and the Druid — W.B.Yeats
Every one is a visionary, if you scratch him deep enough. But the Celt is a visionary without scratching.
— W.B.Yeats
In dreams begin responsibilities.
— W.B.Yeats
Go gather by the humming sea
Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell,
And to its lips thy story tell. — W.B.Yeats
Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell,
And to its lips thy story tell. — W.B.Yeats
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.
— W.B.Yeats
better doubtless to believe much unreason and a little truth than to deny for denial's sake truth and unreason alike,
— W.B.Yeats
I will make rigid my roots and branches. It is not now my turn to burst into leaves and flowers.
— W.B.Yeats
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon. — W.B.Yeats
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon. — W.B.Yeats
Sing, for it may be that your thoughts have plucked Some medicable herb to make our grief Less bitter.
— W.B.Yeats
The woods of Arcady are dead,
And over it their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Gray Truth is now her painted toy. — W.B.Yeats
And over it their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Gray Truth is now her painted toy. — W.B.Yeats
We only believe in those thoughts which have been conceived not in the brain but in the whole body.
— W.B.Yeats
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned W. B. Yeats 'The Second Coming
— Rennie Airth
Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is said
It was the dream itself enchanted me
("The Circus Animal's Desertion") — W.B.Yeats
It was the dream itself enchanted me
("The Circus Animal's Desertion") — W.B.Yeats
Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where all my ladders start,
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart. — W.B.Yeats
I must lie down where all my ladders start,
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart. — W.B.Yeats
Now days are dragon-ridden.
— W.B.Yeats
But he heard high up in the air
A piper piping away,
And never was piping so sad,
And never was piping so gay. — W.B.Yeats
A piper piping away,
And never was piping so sad,
And never was piping so gay. — W.B.Yeats
All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
— W.B.Yeats
What hurts the soul
My soul adores — W.B.Yeats
My soul adores — W.B.Yeats
Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
— W.B.Yeats
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.
— W.B.Yeats
It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is
— W.B.Yeats
I am still of [the] opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood
sex and the dead. — W.B.Yeats
sex and the dead. — W.B.Yeats
the cloak of Sorrow: O
— W.B.Yeats
Where there is nothing, there is God.
— W.B.Yeats
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
— W.B.Yeats
....tradition gives the one thing many shapes.
— W.B.Yeats
All things change, save only the fear of change.
— W.B.Yeats
We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart's grown brutal from the fare,
More substance in our enmities
Than in our love — W.B.Yeats
The heart's grown brutal from the fare,
More substance in our enmities
Than in our love — W.B.Yeats
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth. We are happy when we are growing.
— W.B.Yeats
The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
— W.B.Yeats
Who can distinguish darkness from the soul?
— W.B.Yeats
if one writes one can do nothing else.
— W.B.Yeats
The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue
— W.B.Yeats
I whispered, 'I am too young,' and then, 'I am old enough'; wherefore I threw a penny to find out if I might love.
— W.B.Yeats
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those who are not entirely beautiful. — W.B.Yeats
By those who are not entirely beautiful. — W.B.Yeats
We have fallen in the dreams the ever-living
Breathe on the tarnished mirror of the world,
And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh. — W.B.Yeats
Breathe on the tarnished mirror of the world,
And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh. — W.B.Yeats
I hear water lapping with low sound by the shore ... I hear it in the deep heart's core.
— W.B.Yeats
Things fall apart;
the center cannot hold... — W.B.Yeats
the center cannot hold... — W.B.Yeats
There is another world, but it is in this one.
— W.B.Yeats