Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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 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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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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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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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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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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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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Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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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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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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