From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWe are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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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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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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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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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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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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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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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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