Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBy logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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One 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.
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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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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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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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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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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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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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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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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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