I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWe are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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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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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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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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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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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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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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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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