I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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