If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSRose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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Myself I must remake.
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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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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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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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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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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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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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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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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