If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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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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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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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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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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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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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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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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