Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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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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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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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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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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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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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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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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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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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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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