It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSTeaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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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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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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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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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Myself I must remake.
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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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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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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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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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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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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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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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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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