The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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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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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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Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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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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Myself I must remake.
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