God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWhat man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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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 winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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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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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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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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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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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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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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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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