Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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Every 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.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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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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I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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What can be explained is not poetry.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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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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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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