One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
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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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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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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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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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