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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThough 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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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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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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Myself I must remake.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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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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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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