only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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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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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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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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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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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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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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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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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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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