By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIt is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
More William Butler Yeats Quotes
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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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An intellectual hate is the worst.
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If what I say resonates with you, it’s merely because we’re branches of the same tree.
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only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
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And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
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It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.
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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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And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
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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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Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
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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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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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I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
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Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
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