I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSYet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBeloved, 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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI 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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSonly an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll 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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIf what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEverything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSLove 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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSFrom our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt 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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt seems to me that true love is a discipline.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThings fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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