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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

William Butler Yeats

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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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Eyes Love Myself Romance See Wine Yourself
Everything in nature is resurrection.
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Nature One Liner World
One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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Change Face Love Man Soul Yourself
And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
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Appearance Bird Deep Wisdom
Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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Gift Hard Work Heart Privilege
I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
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Face Myself Search World
We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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Close Key Uncertain
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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Break Course Hard Heart Love
Myself I must remake.
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Build Improvement Myself Transformation
There is another world, but it is in this one.
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Hide Perspective World
Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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Connection Leaves Nature Oneself Root Spiritual Tree
Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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Fire Light Teaching
I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Beautiful Myself Old Water
Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.
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Contrary Greatness Mystery Past Power Pretend World
Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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Hands Heart Myself Quiet
From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
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Born Death Eyes Life Short Time Wink

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