William Butler Yeats Love Quotations

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

O love is the crooked thing,There is nobody wise enoughTo find out all that is in it.

She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

Only God, my dear,Could love you for yourself aloneAnd not your yellow hair.

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die

A woman can be proud and stiffWhen on love intent;But Love has pitched his mansion inThe place of excrement;For nothing can be sole or wholeThat has not been rent.

In wise love each defines the secret self of the other, and refusing to believe in the mere daily self, creates a mirror where the lover or the beloved sees an image to copy in daily life; for love also creates the Mask.

The hour of the waning of love has beset us,And weary and worn are our sad souls now;Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.

Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.

While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.

Love is based on inequality as friendship is on equality.

Who mocks at music mocks at love.

Although our love is waning, let us stand by the lone border of the lake once more, together in that hour of gentleness. When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep.

It seems to me that love, if fine, is essentially a discipline.

I have nothing more to give you than my heart. Spanish saying Hearts are not to be had as a gift hearts are to be earned...

Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.

And many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch.

...How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face... "When You Are Old And Gray

It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.