The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBy logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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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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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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Where there is nothing, there is God.
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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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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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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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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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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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