The Quotes canon

Sourced and curated.

Every quote has been curated by hand and carefully authenticated.
Browse all 10,075 quotes or apply filters in different categories to narrow your search.
Death3 quotes
Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all. — W.B. Yeats · 1933I that have not your faith, how shall I know That in the blinding light beyond the grave We’ll find so good a thing as that we have lost? — W.B. Yeats · 1910I heard the old, old men say, “Everything alters, And one by one we drop away.” — W.B. Yeats · 1903
Love3 quotes
A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love. — W.B. Yeats · 1893Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or woman lost? — W.B. Yeats · 1928Oh, love is the crooked thing, There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it, For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon. — W.B. Yeats · 1910
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold. — W.B. Yeats · 1920The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. — W.B. Yeats · 1920
The heart2 quotes
O, who could have foretold That the heart grows old? — W.B. Yeats · 1919The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart. — W.B. Yeats · 1886
Adventure1 quote
Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame. — W.B. Yeats · 1894
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold. — W.B. Yeats · 1920
Dreams1 quote
I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. — W.B. Yeats · 1899
The innocent and the beautiful Have no enemy but time. — W.B. Yeats · 1933
Gentleness1 quote
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. — W.B. Yeats · 1899
Growing up1 quote
That toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain. — W.B. Yeats · 1933
Life1 quote
I that have not your faith, how shall I know That in the blinding light beyond the grave We’ll find so good a thing as that we have lost? — W.B. Yeats · 1910
Loss1 quote
I heard the old, old men say, "All that's beautiful drifts away Like the waters." — W.B. Yeats · 1903
Lost love1 quote
Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or woman lost? — W.B. Yeats · 1928
A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love. — W.B. Yeats · 1893
Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all. — W.B. Yeats · 1933
The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. — W.B. Yeats · 1920
Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all. — W.B. Yeats · 1933
Oh, love is the crooked thing, There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it, For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon. — W.B. Yeats · 1910
It's certain there is no fine thing Since Adam's fall but needs much labouring. — W.B. Yeats · 1903
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold. — W.B. Yeats · 1920
Politics1 quote
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold. — W.B. Yeats · 1920
The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart. — W.B. Yeats · 1886
Regret1 quote
Things said or done long years ago, Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or do, Weigh me down, and not a day But something is recalled, My conscience or my vanity appalled. — W.B. Yeats · 1933
Remorse1 quote
Things said or done long years ago, Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or do, Weigh me down, and not a day But something is recalled, My conscience or my vanity appalled. — W.B. Yeats · 1933
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold. — W.B. Yeats · 1920
I that have not your faith, how shall I know That in the blinding light beyond the grave We’ll find so good a thing as that we have lost? — W.B. Yeats · 1910
Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day. Love's pleasure drives his love away, The painter's brush consumes his dreams. — W.B. Yeats · 1928
I heard the old, old men say, “Everything alters, And one by one we drop away.” — W.B. Yeats · 1903
I heard the old, old men say, “Everything alters, And one by one we drop away.” — W.B. Yeats · 1903
O, who could have foretold That the heart grows old? — W.B. Yeats · 1919