If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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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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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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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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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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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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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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Talent perceives differences; genius, unity.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
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