Hammer your thoughts into unity.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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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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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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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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In dreams begin responsibilitiy.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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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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I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.
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It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.
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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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