Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSOne should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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