There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSHammer your thoughts into unity.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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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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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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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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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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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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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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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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