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The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.

William Butler Yeats

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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Company Friendship Rest Yourself
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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Eyes Fall Hairs Heart Lonely Love Rest
I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Face Myself Search World
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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Appearance Beautiful Day Glow Season Wings
Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
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Dreams Round Yourself
If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Myself Suffering Wisdom
By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Death Imagination Live Logic Reason
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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Best Intense Passionate Worst
Everything in nature is resurrection.
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Nature One Liner World
Hammer your thoughts into unity.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Build Inspirational Reality Unity Yourself
Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Gift Hard Work Heart Privilege
Myself I must remake.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Build Improvement Myself Transformation
If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Connection Myself Relatable Tree Yourself
And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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Morning Myself Peace Sing Slow
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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Sex Soul Tragedy Virgin
What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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Destroy Fear Himself Man Understand

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