I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSFrom our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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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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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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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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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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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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