There is another world, but it is in this one.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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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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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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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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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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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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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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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!
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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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