The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBut I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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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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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Words are always getting conventionalized to some secondary meaning. It is one of the works of poetry to take the truants in custody and bring them back to their right senses.
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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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Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.
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Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Myself I must remake.
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What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
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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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