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.
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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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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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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The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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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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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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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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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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