The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSGod guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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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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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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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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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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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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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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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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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