Quote by W.B. Yeats Download Open image ““Oh, who could have foretold That the heart grows old?”” — W.B. Yeats ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.4 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“The human heart, no matter what age, will only open to the heart that opens in return.” — Julie Klassen Copy Share Image
“She fuckin broke his heart. The heart too many had tried to carve right out of his chest. The heart he’d given to her… — Cynthia Eden Copy Share Image
“had grown old everywhere but in his heart, that one organ he had never worn out because he’d never dared to use it.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“By the time I realized I even had a heart at all, it already belonged to you.” — Brittany Comeaux Copy Share Image
“You can change the exterior in a fairly short period of time, but the heart takes a whole lot longer.” — Suzanne Supplee Copy Share Image
“Long ago she'd clamped an iron shell around her heart and nothing and no one could pry it lose, but deep inside the tender… — Sarah Sundin Copy Share Image
“Hearts know nothing of time-not age or length of acquaintance. They know only what they need.” — Jayne Rylon Copy Share Image
“The host is rushing 'twixt day and night, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“For the good are always the merry, Save by an evil chance, And the merry love the fiddle, And the merry love to dance.” — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“I spit upon the dancers painted by Degas. I spit upon their short bodies, their stiff stays, their toes whereupon they spin like peg-tops,… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“I had fallen into a profound dream-like reverie in which I heard him speaking as at a distance. 'And yet there is no one… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“Be you still, be you still, trembling heart; Remember the wisdom out of the old days: *Him who trembles before the flame and the… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“The Nineteenth Century And After Though the great song return no more There's keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident? And are there not moods which need heaven, hell,… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“Its quarrel is not with the past, but with the present, where its elders are so obviously powerful, and no cause seems lost if… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“On November Eve they are at their gloomiest, for according to the old Gaelic reckoning, this is the first night of winter. This night… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“... Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind, but out of what began? A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“The portraits, of more historical than artistic interest, had gone; and tapestry, full of the blue and bronze of peacocks, fell over the doors,… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
