It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
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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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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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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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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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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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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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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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