One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSOne man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSAll 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.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSHearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThough leaves are many, the root is one.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThere are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSHappiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSWhat man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSTalent perceives differences; genius, unity.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThere is another world, but it is in this one.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSBy logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSI’m looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSIf suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSEverything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS