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!
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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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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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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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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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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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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