Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt seems to me that true love is a discipline.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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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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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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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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A 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.
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Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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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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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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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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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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Myself I must remake.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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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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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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