There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt 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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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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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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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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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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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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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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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