Death Quotes by William Butler Yeats

We are fastened to a dying animal.

— William Butler Yeats

Man has created death.

— William Butler Yeats

Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.

— William Butler Yeats

Eyes spiritualised by death can judge, I cannot, but I am not content.

— William Butler Yeats

What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?

— William Butler Yeats

How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men's hearts that we call progress ?

— William Butler Yeats

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

— William Butler Yeats

A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.

— William Butler Yeats

For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.

— William Butler Yeats

A mouth that has no moisture and no breath Breathless mouths may summon; I hail the superhuman; I call it death-in-life and…

— William Butler Yeats

Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me…

— William Butler Yeats

Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man; Delight becomes…

— William Butler Yeats

On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman,…

— William Butler Yeats

Death and life were not Till man made up the whole, Made lock, stock and barrel Out of his bitter soul

— William Butler Yeats

His element is so fine Being sharpened by his death, To drink from the wine-breath While our gross palates drink from the…

— William Butler Yeats

. . . you may think I waste my breath Pretending that there can be passion That has more life in it than death

— William Butler Yeats

We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk…

— William Butler Yeats

Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's…

— William Butler Yeats

When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay; Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way Crowded with bitter faces,…

— William Butler Yeats

That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations-at their…

— William Butler Yeats

And that enquiring man John Synge comes next, That dying chose the living world for text And never could have rested in…

— William Butler Yeats

An Irish Airman foresees his Death I Know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I…

— William Butler Yeats

I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind,…

— William Butler Yeats

I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate…

— William Butler Yeats

The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on…

— William Butler Yeats