I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBeloved, 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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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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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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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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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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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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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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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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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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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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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