Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSLiterature 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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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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’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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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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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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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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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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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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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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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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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.
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