The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
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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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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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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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One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.
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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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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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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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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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