William Butler Yeats Quotes About Dying

Quotes about: Dying

• Through winter-time we call on spring,
  And through the spring on summer call,
  And when the abounding hedges ring
  Declare that winter's best of all:
  And after that there's nothing good
  Because the spring time has not come-
  Not know that what disturbs our blood
  Is but its longing for the tomb.

  William Butler Yeats

  Death, Summer, Spring

  William Butler Yeats (2012). “The Tower: A Facsimile Edition”, p.42, Simon and Schuster

• I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.

  William Butler Yeats

  Death, Years, Mind

  "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" l. 9 (1919)

• Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.

  William Butler Yeats

  Heart, Animal, Sick

  "Sailing to Byzantium" l. 21 (1928)

• That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations-at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unaging intellect.

  William Butler Yeats

  Death, Summer, Country

  "Sailing to Byzantium" l. 1 (1928)

• Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.

  William Butler Yeats

  Fear, Animal, Men

  The Winding Stair (1929) "Death"

• And that enquiring man John Synge comes next,
  That dying chose the living world for text
  And never could have rested in the tomb
  But that, long travelling, he had come
  Towards nightfall upon certain set apart
  In a most desolate stony place.

  William Butler Yeats

  Life, Men, Long

  William Butler Yeats (1931). “Later Poems”, p.98, Library of Alexandria

• How can the arts overcome the slow dying of men's hearts that we call progress ?

  William Butler Yeats

  Art, Men, Progress

  William Butler Yeats (2001). “The Major Works”, p.364

• We are fastened to a dying animal.

  William Butler Yeats

  Animal, Dying

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