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.
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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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body.
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I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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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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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
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There is another world, but it is in this one.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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