William Butler Yeats Quotes
When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face.
William Butler Yeats
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I respect people who can do both careers, like Will Smith and a couple of other people who have done it, but I just don't know when they sleep.
Val Kilmer
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If you love food and you love red wine and they put you in France, you're in a good place and you're in a bad place at the same time. You have to weigh yourself every day, and you have to have an alarm number. When you get to that number, you have to start putting it in reverse.
Salma Hayek
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There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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My first seven novels were contemporary spiritual novels, my next nine had strong elements of fantasy, and now I'm writing thrillers, more as a choice to spread my wings than anything. Writers, like good wine, should mature with age.
Ted Dekker
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My dad would tell me bedtime stories, and he used to always leave them open-ended and finish at a crucial point with the words, 'dream on'. Then it was my responsibility to finish the story as I was drifting off to sleep. We would call them dreaming stories.
Hannah Kent
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I still sleep with my baby blanket.
Katee Sackhoff
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Be, as you have been, my happiness;Let me sleep beside you, each night, like a spoon.
Randall Jarrell
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I try to have a normal life since I have an abnormal job.
D. B. Sweeney
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Nobody's wrong but England – and England's always wrong,Too late – or else too early – too soft – or else too strong.And when for once the wide world begins to praise her nameHer own sons crowd and hurry to shout her back to shame.
A. P. Herbert
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The schizophrenic may indeed be mad. He is mad. He is not ill. I have been told by people who have been through the mad experience how what was then revealed to them was veritable manna from Heaven. The person's whole life may be changed, but it is difficult not to doubt the validity of such vision. Also, not everyone comes back to us again.
R. D. Laing
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My bed was an island within the desolate sea of my room. Yet I knew that there were other people home-bound from illness or injury, scattered here and there throughout rural towns and cities around the world. And as I lay there, I felt a connection to all of them. We, too, were a colony of hermits.
Elisabeth Tova Bailey
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When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face.
William Butler Yeats