I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAnd I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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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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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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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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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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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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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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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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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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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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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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