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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIn dreams begin responsibilitiy.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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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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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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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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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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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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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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Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
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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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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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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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