The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThings fall apart; the center cannot hold.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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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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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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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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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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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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In dreams begins responsibility.
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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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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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