Emma > Emma's Quotes

“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.”
― W. B. Yeats, In the Seven Woods: Being Poems Chiefly of the Irish Heroic Age

“To long a sacrifice can make a stone of a heart”
― William Butler Yeats

“My wretched dragon is perplexed.”
― William Butler Yeats

“Hearts are not to be had as a gift, hearts are to be earned.”
― 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

“Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Most times, it's just a lot easier not to let the world know what's wrong.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

“Just for the record, the weather today is partly suspicious with chances of betrayal.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.”
― William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

“Everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.”
― William Butler Yeats, Poems

“An intellectual hatred is the worst.”
― William Butler Yeats, The Yeats Reader: A Portable Compendium of Poetry, Drama, and Prose