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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

William Butler Yeats

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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Connection Leaves Nature Oneself Root Spiritual Tree
Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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Disappear Love Man
All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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Beautiful Body Dreams End Man Soul Woman
It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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Discipline Love Myself One Liner True
If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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Connection Myself Relatable Tree Yourself
And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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Gold Silver Sun Time
Any 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.
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Battle Character Dreams Fight Fools Inspirational Life Lose Myself Need Night Party Soul Win
And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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Morning Myself Peace Sing Slow
An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Hate Intellectual One Liner Worst
Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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Eyes Love Myself Romance See Wine Yourself
We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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Close Key Uncertain
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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Break Center Hold
Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Build Inspirational Reality Unity Yourself
Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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Hands Heart Myself Quiet
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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Eyes Fall Hairs Heart Lonely Love Rest
Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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Joy Labor Obstacle Success

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