William Butler Yeats Quotes About Hate

Quotes about: Hate

• I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.

  William Butler Yeats

  Hate, Fighting, Fate

  "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" l. 1 (1919)

• An Irish Airman foresees his Death I Know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate Those that I guard I do not love, My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public man, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; 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

  Country, Lonely, Cheer

  "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" l. 1 (1919)

• 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”

• Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

  William Butler Yeats

  Hate, Fate, Men

  William Butler Yeats (2015). “When You Are Old: Early Poems, Plays, and Fairy Tales”, p.115, Penguin

• An intellectual hate is the worst.

  William Butler Yeats

  Hate, Intellectual, Worst

• to be choked with hate
  May well be of all evil chances chief.

  William Butler Yeats

  Hate, Evil, May

  William Butler Yeats (1931). “Later Poems”, p.140, Library of Alexandria

• Why should I seek for love or study it?
  It is of God and passes human wit;
  I study hatred with great diligence,
  For that's a passion in my own control,
  A sort of besom that can clear the soul
  Of everything that is not mind or sense.

  William Butler Yeats

  Hate, Passion, Hatred

  William Butler Yeats (2000). “The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats”, p.245, Wordsworth Editions

• I, too, await
  The hour of thy great wind of love and hate.
  When shall the stars be blown about the sky,
  Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?

  William Butler Yeats

  Stars, Hate, Wind

  William Butler Yeats (2013). “Early Poems”, p.54, Courier Corporation

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