Brendan Dowd

“When one gets quiet, then something wakes up inside one, something happy and quiet like the stars.”
― William Butler Yeats

“We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.”
― Yeats, William Butler

“My fiftieth year had come and gone,
I sat, a solitary man,
In a crowded London shop,
An open book and empty cup
On the marble table-top.

While on the shop and street I gazed
My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.”
― W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

“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