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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIf what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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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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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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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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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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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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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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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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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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