Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.
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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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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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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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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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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Though leaves are many, the root is one.
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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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The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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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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God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
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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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Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
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The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
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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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