Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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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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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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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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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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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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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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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
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