Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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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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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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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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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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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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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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