Quote by William Butler Yeats Download Open image ““For nothing can be sole or whole. That has not been rent.”” — William Butler Yeats ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.5 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Service is the rent we pay for the life we have been given.” — Marian Wright Edelman Copy Share Image
But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. For nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“Be sure it is not for nothing that the Landlord has knit our hearts so closely to time and place – to one friend… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Money was a problem. Money was always a problem no matter how many bones he crushed or how much blood he let or dues… — Laird Barron Copy Share Image
“The Service you do for others is the rent you pay for your room here on Earth.” — Muhammad Ali Copy Share Image
“Don’t buy anything. My philosophy is, if it flies, floats, or fucks, rent it.” — Nelson DeMille Copy Share Image
“I own nothing, but at least nothing owns me. Well, besides the bank.” — Jarod Kintz 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
