Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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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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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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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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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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