And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI 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.
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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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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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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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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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