Brushes Quote by William Butler Yeats

Time can but make her beauty over again.

— William Butler Yeats

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

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

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

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

I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window.

— William Butler Yeats

Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

— William Butler Yeats

We can only begin to live when we conceive life as Tragedy.

— William Butler Yeats

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

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

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

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