Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEvery conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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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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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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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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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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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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