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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

Nor are there singing schools but studying monuments of its own magnificence. — W.B.Yeats

Man can embody the truth but he cannot know it. — W.B.Yeats

And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died? — 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

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper. — W.B.Yeats

I am persuaded that our intellects at twenty contain all the truths we shall ever find — W.B.Yeats

Love comes in at the eye. — W.B.Yeats

Everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy kind of delight. — 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

I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. — 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

And when white moths were on the wing and moth-like stars were flickering out — W.B.Yeats

God guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone. — 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

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people. — 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

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

I have met them at close of day
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 softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone. — W.B.Yeats

I Sing what was lost and dread what was won,
I walk in a battle fought over again — W.B.Yeats

There is no truth
Saving in thine own heart.
-from The Song of the Happy Shepherd — 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

And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter mystery; — W.B.Yeats

Rhetoric is will doing the work of imagination — W.B.Yeats

Surely some revelation is at hand. — W.B.Yeats

Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul. — 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

Every one is a visionary, if you scratch him deep enough. But the Celt is a visionary without scratching. — W.B.Yeats

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters. — 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

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

The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober. — 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

Sing, for it may be that your thoughts have plucked Some medicable herb to make our grief Less bitter. — W.B.Yeats

Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away. — W.B.Yeats

For nothing can be sole or whole. That has not been rent. — W.B.Yeats

For the winds that awakened the stars are blowing through my blood. — 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

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

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

What's the use of held note or a held line
That cannot be assailed for reassurance? — W.B.Yeats

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity. — 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

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens. — W.B.Yeats

All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions. — W.B.Yeats

Pretending that there can be passion That has more life in it than death, — W.B.Yeats

What hurts the soul
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

How but in custom and in ceremony are innocence and beauty born? — W.B.Yeats

I carry the Sun in a Golden Cup, the Moon in a Silver Bag. — W.B.Yeats

Why should the faithfullest heart most love The bitter sweetness of false faces? — 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

the cloak of Sorrow: O — W.B.Yeats

Where there is nothing, there is God. — W.B.Yeats

All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born. — W.B.Yeats

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry. — W.B.Yeats

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire. - W. B. Yeats — Daniel Coyle

....tradition gives the one thing many shapes. — W.B.Yeats

All things change, save only the fear of change. — W.B.Yeats

Never leave the door open at this hour, or evil may come to you. — 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

There are no strangers, only friends you have not met yet. — 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

A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again — 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

Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
It's with O' Leary in the grave
(September 1913) — W.B.Yeats

Who can distinguish darkness from the soul? — W.B.Yeats

if one writes one can do nothing else. — W.B.Yeats

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking. — 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

Be not inhospitable to strangers, lest they be angels in disguise. — 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

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

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

There is another world, but it is in this one. — W.B.Yeats

Hearts are not to be had as a gift, hearts are to be earned. — W.B.Yeats

Every man is himself a class; every hour carries its new challenge. — W.B.Yeats

Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart. — W.B.Yeats

The Light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed
The Shadow of Shadows looks on the deed alone. — W.B.Yeats