And 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 YEATSWe taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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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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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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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.
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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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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 winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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