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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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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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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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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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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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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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A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
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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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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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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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