Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll 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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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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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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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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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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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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 tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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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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