I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWords 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.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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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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Hammer your thoughts into unity.
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Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
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Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
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People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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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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Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
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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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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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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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