The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSTake, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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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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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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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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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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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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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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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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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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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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