It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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In dreams begins responsibility.
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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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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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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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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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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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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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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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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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