I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAn intellectual hate is the worst.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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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 seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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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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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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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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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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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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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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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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