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.
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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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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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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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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Myself I must remake.
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