Уильям Батлер Йейтс цитаты

„Думайте как мудрый человек, но общайтесь на языке людей.“

—  Уильям Батлер Йейтс

„Счастье — это не добродетель и не удовольствие. Это просто рост. Мы счастливы, пока растем.“

—  Уильям Батлер Йейтс

„Красу твою любивших мне не счесть,
Любил кто искренне, кто лгал — не разочту;
Но что любил души твоей мечту,
Чреду печалей на лице — один лишь есть.“

—  Уильям Батлер Йейтс

„Образование не заполнение ведра водой, а зажжение огня.“

—  Уильям Батлер Йейтс

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

„Не жди, пока железо станет горячим для ковки — но куй, и оно станет горячим.“

—  Уильям Батлер Йейтс

Do not wait to strike ’til the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

„Будь у меня парча и шёлк“

—  Уильям Батлер Йейтс

„Помни, где слава человека начинается и заканчивается. И скажи мне, что моя слава была в моих друзьях.“

—  Уильям Батлер Йейтс

„Будь у меня небесные покровы“

—  Уильям Батлер Йейтс

„Ответственность начинается во сне (мечтах).“

—  Уильям Батлер Йейтс

Вариант: Ответственность начинается в мечтах.

„One loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the fruit than the flower, and that is no great loss perhaps.“

—  W.B. Yeats, The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore

Источник: The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore

„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, The Land of Heart's Desire

Источник: The Land of Heart's Desire

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

—  W.B. Yeats

„The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness
That empty the heart.“

—  W.B. Yeats

In The Seven Woods http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1518/
In The Seven Woods (1904)
Контексте: I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods
Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees
Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away
The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness
That empty the heart. I have forgot awhile
Tara uprooted, and new commonness
Upon the throne and crying about the streets
And hanging its paper flowers from post to post,
Because it is alone of all things happy.
I am contented, for I know that Quiet
Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart
Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer,
Who but awaits His house to shoot, still hands
A cloudy quiver over Pairc-na-lee.

„For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.“

—  W.B. Yeats, Selected Poems and Four Plays

Источник: Selected Poems and Four Plays

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

—  W.B. Yeats, The Wind Among the Reeds

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1499/
Вариант: I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Источник: The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)
Контексте: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

„The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.“

—  W.B. Yeats

„A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him up for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.“

—  W.B. Yeats

„Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.“

—  W.B. Yeats

„The hourly kindness, the day’s common speech,
The habitual content of each with each
When neither soul nor body has been crossed.“

—  W.B. Yeats

King and No King http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1521/
The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910)
Контексте: 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?
The hourly kindness, the day’s common speech,
The habitual content of each with each
When neither soul nor body has been crossed.