Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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.
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Myself I must remake.
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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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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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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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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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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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