1,059 Quotes by William Butler Yeats

I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fadeand flee; And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky, Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.

Nothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness.

What's memory but the ash That chokes our fires that have begun to sink?

Acquaintance; companion; One dear brilliant woman; The best-endowed, the elect, All by their youth undone, All, all, by that inhuman Bitter glory wrecked.

Who understood Whatever has been said, sighed, sung, Howled, miau-d, barked, brayed, belled, yelled, cried, crowed ...

For men were born to pray and save: Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.

O what fine thought we had because we thought that the worst rogues and rascals had died out.

My curse on plays That have to be set up in fifty ways, On the day's war with every knave and dolt, Theater business, management of men.

For men improve with the years;And yet, and yet,Is this my dream, or the truth?