All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSDo not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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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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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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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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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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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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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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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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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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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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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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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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