I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWhat man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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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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What can be explained is not poetry.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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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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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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Though leaves are many, the root is 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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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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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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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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