I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWhat can be explained is not poetry.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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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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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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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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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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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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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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