It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSOne man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
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Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.
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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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Everything in nature is resurrection.
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Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
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Everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
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The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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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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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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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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Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
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Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.
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