The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWhen two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
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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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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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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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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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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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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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