Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will be thinking about love til the stars run away and the shadows eaten the moon...

Quote by William Butler Yeats

Topics: Love Quotes

Consider how much more you often suffer from your anger and grief, than from those...

Consider how much more you often suffer from your anger and grief, than from those...

Supreme art is a traditional statement of certain heroic and religious truth, passed on from...

Supreme art is a traditional statement of certain heroic and religious truth, passed on from...

Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples...

Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples...

I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.

I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand...

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand...

The innocent and the beautiful Have no enemy but time

The innocent and the beautiful Have no enemy but time

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more...

One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more...

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah,...

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah,...

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We...

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We...

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled...

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled...

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to...

You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to...

An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless...

An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless...

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves,...

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves,...

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the...

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the...

Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.

Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.