It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSHappiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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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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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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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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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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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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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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