only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThings fall apart; the center cannot hold.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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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 have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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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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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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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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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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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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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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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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