Dust Quote by William Butler Yeats Download Open image “Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.” — William Butler Yeats ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dust Earth Feet Nature
We sometimes are told everything has to exist for a reason, and I don't think that's totally true. — Eva Victor Copy Share Image
All things appear and disappear because of the concurrence of causes and conditions. Nothing ever exists entirely alone; everything is in relation to everything… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The earth exists not for us but for itself; the Sun shines not for us, but for its own life! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Everything, absolutely everything on this earth makes sense, and even the smallest things are worthy of our consideration. — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is just opinion. — Democritus Copy Share Image
All things in this vast universe exist in you, with you, and for you. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion. — Democritus Copy Share Image
The universe, the solar system, and planet earth in themselves and in their evolutionary emergence constitute for the human community the primary revelation of… — Thomas Berry Copy Share Image
And the Truth turns out to be nothing less than the amazing but undeniable fact that the whole outer world -whether it be the… — Emmet Fox Copy Share Image
I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love's lonely hour… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
That toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Great literature has always been written in a like spirit, and is, indeed, the Forgiveness of Sin, and when we find it becoming the… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
His element is so fine Being sharpened by his death, To drink from the wine-breath While our gross palates drink from the whole wine. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Perhaps no order of mammals presents us with so extraordinary a series of gradations as this [step by step, from humans to apes to monkeys to lemurs] - leading us insensibly from the crown and summit of the animal creation down to creatures, from which there is but a step, as it seems, to the lowest, smallest, and least intelligent… — Thomas Huxley Copy Share
She had been dragged in the most humiliating of all dusts, the dust reserved for older women who let themselves be approached, on amorous… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
We think literature is immortal, but even that decays and ultimately turns to dust. — Mick Farren Copy Share Image
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Mr. Bumpy from Bump in the Night was this funky little guy who lived under the bed and thought eating dust bunnies was a… — Jim Cummings Copy Share Image
At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl… — John Updike Copy Share Image
When any civilization is dust and ashes," he said, "art is all that's left over. Images, words, music. Imaginative structures. Meaning—human meaning, that is—is… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When a man is not wanted in the village, he is always accused of raising dust even when he falls in a pool of… — Vikrant Parsai Copy Share Image
Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I'm not a prophet, but I always thought it was natural for dictatorships to fall. I remember in 1989, two months before the fall… — Salman Rushdie Copy Share Image
Passing beauties are only the fugitive reflections of the eternal. All beauty alters and all life melts away; in short, everything passes with marvelous… — Eliphas Levi Copy Share Image