1,059 Quotes by William Butler Yeats

How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men's hearts that we call progress ?

Once more the storm is howling, and half hidUnder this cradle-hood and coverlidMy child sleeps on.

Oh, who could have foretoldThat the heart grows old?

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre 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.

Everything in nature is resurrection.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

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.

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.

She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.