Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSMan is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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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 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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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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Rose 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.
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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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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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