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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEverything in nature is resurrection.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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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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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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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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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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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 midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Myself I must remake.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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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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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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