But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSJoy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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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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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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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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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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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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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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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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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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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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