Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSJoy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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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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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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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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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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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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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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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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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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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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