And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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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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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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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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In dreams begins responsibility.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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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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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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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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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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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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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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