William Butler Yeats Quotes
I knew that I had seen, had seen at last
That girl my unremembering nights hold fast
Or else my dreams that fly
If I should rub an eye,
And yet in flying fling into my meat
A crazy juice that makes the pulses beat.
William Butler Yeats
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Caitlin Moran
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I doubt if any doctor could recommend a more nourishing breakfast for a working girl in a hurry.
Marilyn Monroe
I was, like, in a rap gang. I loved rap, and it was all around me.
Watkin Tudor Jones
That knowledge has become the resource, rather than a resource, is what makes our society 'post-capitalist.
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I knew that I had seen, had seen at last
That girl my unremembering nights hold fast
Or else my dreams that fly
If I should rub an eye,
And yet in flying fling into my meat
A crazy juice that makes the pulses beat.
William Butler Yeats