It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWhat can be explained is not poetry.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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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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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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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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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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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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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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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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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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