Though leaves are many, the root is one.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThough leaves are many, the root is one.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSMan is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt seems to me that true love is a discipline.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIf what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAny fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAn intellectual hate is the worst.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWe are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThings fall apart; the center cannot hold.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSHammer your thoughts into unity.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSSometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBeloved, 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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSJoy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS