But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSChoose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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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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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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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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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
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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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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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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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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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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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