The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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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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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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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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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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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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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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Myself I must remake.
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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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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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