Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSA statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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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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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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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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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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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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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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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