But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Myself I must remake.
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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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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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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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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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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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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 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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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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