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

William Butler Yeats

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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
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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Eyes Fall Hairs Heart Lonely Love Rest
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Dreams Feet Myself Poor
Where there is nothing, there is God.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Belief God One Liner
Hammer your thoughts into unity.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Build Inspirational Reality Unity Yourself
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Death Life Preparation Spiritual
Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Gift Hard Work Heart Privilege
The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance – the revolt of the soul against the intellect.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Believe Conscience Deep Greatness Intellectual Life Myself Mystery Revolution Soul Spiritual Thinking Voice Writing
A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
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Easy Home Invention Journalist Lying Man Stay Vote
What can be explained is not poetry.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Explanation One Liner Poetry
Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Dreams Round Yourself
Though leaves are many, the root is one.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Connection Leaves Nature Oneself Root Spiritual Tree
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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Sex Soul Tragedy Virgin
God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Alone God Guard Mindset Myself Protection Thinking
One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Change Face Love Man Soul Yourself
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
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Alive Awake Blood Blow Myself Nature Space Stars Wind

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