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.
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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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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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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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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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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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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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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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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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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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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