I’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSMan is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
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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 have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.
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All men live in suffering I know as few can know, Whether they take the upper road Or stay content on the low.
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The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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Words 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.
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Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
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Yet they that know all things but know That all this life can give us is, A child’s laughter, a woman’s kiss.
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We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
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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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All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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