black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

William Butler Yeats

Related Topics

Angel Dance Flame Mountain Ride World Yourself

Bagwalas

Popular Authors

Marilyn Monroe Paulo Coelho Abraham Lincoln C. S. Lewis Khalil Gibran Charlie Chaplin Gautama Buddha Isaac Newton

It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Emotion Enemy Greatness Ourselves Trouble
It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Believe Enough Feeling Oneself Time
Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Ecstasy Happiness Imperfection Live
Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Book exchange Life Logic Process Writing
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 in deep twilight of rest.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Eyes Fall Hairs Heart Lonely Love Rest
The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Business Head Heart World
It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Beautiful Kind Love Myself Seek World
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Drink Man Sober Worst
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Growth Happiness Philosophy Simplicity Spiritual Virtue
And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Morning Myself Peace Sing Slow
All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Beautiful Body Dreams End Man Soul Woman
The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Dreams Reality Visible World
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Alive Awake Blood Blow Myself Nature Space Stars Wind
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Sex Soul Tragedy Virgin
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Nature Rose Sweet Time World Yourself
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Art Fight Ourselves Poet Poetry

Copyright: 2020 - 2023 | Minimalist Quotes