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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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Myself I must remake.
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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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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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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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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.
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