The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSHearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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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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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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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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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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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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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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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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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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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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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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