Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI 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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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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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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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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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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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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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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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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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