By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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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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Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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Joy is of the will which labours, which overcomes obstacles, which knows triumph.
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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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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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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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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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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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