From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSGod guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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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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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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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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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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