William Butler Yeats Quotes About Earth

Quotes about: Earth

• Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

  William Butler Yeats

  Dust, Feet, Earth

• All that we did, all that we said or sang must come from contact with the soil.

  William Butler Yeats

  Garden, Earth, Soil

  William Butler Yeats (1962). “Poems of William Butler Yeats”, p.244, Hayes Barton Press

• Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.

  William Butler Yeats

  Heart, Dust, Feet

  William Butler Yeats (2007). “The Celtic Twilight”, p.6, Library of Alexandria

• The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.

  William Butler Yeats

  Christian, Passion, Writing

  William Butler Yeats (1955). “Letters”

• I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal. The shallowest people on the ridge of the earth.

  William Butler Yeats

  Hate, People, Earth

  William Butler Yeats (1954). “The Letters of W.B. Yeats”

• And if joy were not on the earth,
  There were an end of change and birth,
  And Earth and Heaven and Hell would die,
  And in some gloomy barrow lie
  Folded like a frozen fly.

  William Butler Yeats

  Life, Change, Lying

  William Butler Yeats (1997). “The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition”, p.368, Simon and Schuster

• Overcome the Empyrean; hurl
  Heaven and Earth out of their places,
  That in the same calamity
  Brother and brother, friend and friend,
  Family and family,
  City and city may contend.

  William Butler Yeats

  Brother, Struggle, Cities

  William Butler Yeats (2012). “The Winding Stair and Other Poems: A Facsimile Edition”, p.31, Simon and Schuster

• Earth in beauty dressed
  Awaits returning spring.
  All true love must die,
  Alter at the best
  Into some lesser thing.
  Prove that I lie.

  William Butler Yeats

  Spring, Lying, Loss

  William Butler Yeats (2011). “Selected Poems And Four Plays”, p.151, Simon and Schuster

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