William Butler Yeats Quotes

From our birthday, until we die, is but the winking of an eye.

William Butler Yeats

Was it for this the wild geese spread The gray wing upon every tide; For this that all that blood was shed, For this. Edward Fitzgerald died, And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone, All that delirium of the brave? Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.

William Butler Yeats

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity

William Butler Yeats

All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.

William Butler Yeats

Test every work of intellect or faith, And everything that your own hands have wrought And call those works extravagance of breath That are not suited for such men as come proud, open-eyed and laughing to the tomb.

William Butler Yeats

Nothing but sweetness can remain when hearts are full of their own sweetness.

William Butler Yeats

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

William Butler Yeats
Social Media
Our Partners
Quote of the Day App
Android app on Google Play