Myself I must remake.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIf what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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 is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
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I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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I believe that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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In dreams begins responsibility.
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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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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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Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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