The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThere is another world, but it is in this one.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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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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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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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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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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