We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBeloved, 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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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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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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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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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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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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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