Yeats Quotes

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W.B. Yeats
“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

W.B. Yeats
“What can be explained is not poetry.”
W.B. Yeats

Christopher Hitchens
“To be the father of growing daughters is to understand something of what Yeats evokes with his imperishable phrase 'terrible beauty.' Nothing can make one so happily exhilarated or so frightened: it's a solid lesson in the limitations of self to realize that your heart is running around inside someone else's body. It also makes me quite astonishingly calm at the thought of death: I know whom I would die to protect and I also understand that nobody but a lugubrious serf can possibly wish for a father who never goes away.”
Christopher Hitchens, Hitch 22: A Memoir

W.B. Yeats
“An Irish Airman foresees his Death

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,
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
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, The Wild Swans At Coole

W.H. Auden
“Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.”
W.H. Auden

W.B. Yeats
“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 lost
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are filled with passionate intensity.”
W.B. Yeats
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W.B. Yeats
“I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.”
William Butler Yeats

Saki
“The censorious said she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories.”
H.H. Munro (Saki), The Chronicles of Clovis

Max Barry
“Stop believing what you want to believe. It’s unbecoming”
Max Barry, Lexicon
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W.B. Yeats
“And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?”
William Butler Yeats, Michael Robartes and the Dancer
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W.B. Yeats
“...nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness.”
William Butler Yeats

W.B. Yeats
“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.”
W.B. Yeats, The Wild Swans At Coole

W.B. Yeats
“By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.”
William Butler Yeats
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W.B. Yeats
“Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
It's with O' Leary in the grave
(September 1913)”
William Butler Yeats, The Green Helmet and Other Poems

Edmund Wilson
“He believes, but he does not believe: the impossibility of believing is the impossibility which he accepts most reluctantly, but still it is there with the other impossibilities of this world which is too full of weeping for a child to understand.”
Edmund Wilson, Axel's Castle: A Study of the Imaginative Literature of 1870-1930

Christopher Bram
“Yeats was straight, but as Auden wrote in ‘In Memory of WB Yeats’: “You were silly like us.”
Christopher Bram, Eminent Outlaws: The Gay Writers Who Changed America

W.B. Yeats
“...I was shocked and astonished when a daring little girl -- a cousin I think -- having waited under a group of trees in the avenue, where she knew [my grandfather] would pass near four o'clock on the way to his dinner, said to him, 'If I were you and you were a little girl, I would give you a doll.”
William Butler Yeats

Sally Rooney
“Yeah, I said. If there's one thing you can say for fascism, it had some good poets.”
Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends

Margaret Atwood
“Gavin has tried quoting Yeats to the effect that women must labour to be beautiful, but Reynolds--who used to be a passionate Yeats fan--is now of the opinion that Yeats is entitled to his point of view, but that was then and social attitudes were different then, and in actual fact Yeats is dead.”
Margaret Atwood, Stone Mattress: Nine Tales

John Berryman
“Yeats knew nothing about life: it was all symbols
& Wordsworthian egotism: Yeats on Cemetery Ridge
would not have been scared, like you & me,
he would have been, before the bullet that was his,
studying the movements of the birds,
said disappointed & amazed Henry.”
John Berryman, The Dream Songs
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Ezra Pound
“O woman shapely as a swan,
Your gunmen tread on my dreams”
Ezra Pound, The Cantos
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“But the power in this case is real indeed. You doubt the mystery and power of these aircraft and their markings? They are aeons old and yet they still operate!”
“You’ve seen them fly? Where do they go? I am wondering if there is a city we can reach.”
“Before you woke from your coffin, they flew indeed. Turning and turning in the widening gyre. What does that suggest?”
“Um. Some rough beast is slouching toward Bethlehem waiting to be born, maybe?”
“No doubt the spirit of prophecy escapes your lips! It must be prophecy because I cannot grok what you are saying.”
“Sorry. Won’t happen again. It suggests a search pattern.”
John C. Wright, The Judge of Ages

W.B. Yeats
“يجبر العقل الإنساني على الاختيار بين الكمال في الحياة، والكمال في العمل
ومن يختر الأخير يتخلى عن قصر من النعيم، يتوهج في الظلام.

ويليام ييتس، الاختيار”
W.B. Yeats

Juan Gabriel Vásquez
“Yeats decía que cuando uno tiene una disputa con el mundo, produce retórica; cuando tiene una disputa consigo mismo, produce poesía”
Juan Gabriel Vásquez, Viajes con un mapa en blanco

W.B. Yeats
“We that have done and thought,
That have thought and done,
Must ramble, and thin out
Like milk spilt on a stone.”
W. B. Yeats