Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEducation is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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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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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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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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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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