We can only begin to live when we conceive life as Tragedy. William Butler Yeats More Quotes by William Butler Yeats More Quotes From William Butler Yeats What do we know but that we face one another in this place? William Butler Yeats knows faces That beautiful mild woman for whose sake There's many a one shall find out all heartache On finding that her voice is sweet and low Replied, 'To be born a woman is to know- Although they do not talk of it at school - That we must labor to be beautiful. William Butler Yeats beautiful sweet school The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth. William Butler Yeats passion christian writing I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death. William Butler Yeats mind death years I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind. William Butler Yeats censorship art thinking Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all. William Butler Yeats fear animal men The intellect of man is forced to choose Perfection of the life, or of the work And if it take the second must refuse A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark. William Butler Yeats dark men life Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet. William Butler Yeats dust feet heart Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O Never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. And who could play it well enough If deaf and dumb and blind with love? He that made this knows all the cost, For he gave all his heart and lost. William Butler Yeats kissing dream heart I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown. William Butler Yeats arms kissing missing Cuchulain stirred, Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard The cars of battle and his own name cried; And fought with the invulnerable tide. William Butler Yeats horse names sea For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon. William Butler Yeats stars moon running We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet. William Butler Yeats mind water peace Brown Penny I WHISPERED, 'I am too young,' And then, 'I am old enough'; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. 'Go and love, go and love, young man, If the lady be young and fair.' Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, I am looped in the loops of her hair. O love is the crooked thing, There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it, For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon. Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, One cannot begin it too soon. William Butler Yeats stars wise running Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold. William Butler Yeats big-heart bigs heart To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful. William Butler Yeats women beautiful school I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right. William Butler Yeats truth war thinking If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made. William Butler Yeats vanity eye dark Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation. William Butler Yeats pride reading book Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say. Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day; The second best's a gay goodnight and quickly turn away. William Butler Yeats gay eye life
