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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSJoy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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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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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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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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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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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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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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