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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt seems to me that true love is a discipline.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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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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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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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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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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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.
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When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
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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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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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