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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

William Butler Yeats

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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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Believe Enough Feeling Oneself Time
Where there is nothing, there is God.
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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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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Myself Suffering Wisdom
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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Eyes Fall Hairs Heart Lonely Love Rest
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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Appearance Bird Deep Wisdom
Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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Connection Leaves Nature Oneself Root Spiritual Tree
An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Hate Intellectual One Liner Worst
It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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Discipline Love Myself One Liner True
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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King Life Live Slave Sleep Soul Spiritual
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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Eyes Love Myself Romance See Wine Yourself
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Dreams Feet Myself Poor
It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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Discipline Love Myself Perspective
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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Beautiful Kind Love Myself Seek World

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