William Butler Yeats Quotes
Labor is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul, Nor beauty born out of its own despair, Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil. O chestnut tree, great-rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance How can we know the dancer from the dance?
William Butler Yeats
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Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.
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You gotta live life before you can talk about it. Sometimes when things don't work out in life, they work out on stage.
Gabriel Iglesias
Find your own style. Don't spend your savings trying to be someone else. You're not more important, smarter, or prettier because you wear a designer dress.
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The Arab monarchies, especially Jordan and Morocco, are more legitimate than the false republics, with their stolen elections, regime-dominated courts and rubber-stamp parliaments.
Elliott Abrams
Her heart was a passion-flower, bearing within it the crown of thorns and the cross of Christ.
Jeremy Taylor
The music I desire must be supple enough to adapt itself to the lyrical effusions of the soul and the fantasy of dreams.
Claude Debussy
Even wisdom has to yield to self-interest.
Pindar
Once again, he who ignores the problems of revolutionary strategy would do better not to talk about revolutions at all.
Leon Trotsky
Labor is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul, Nor beauty born out of its own despair, Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil. O chestnut tree, great-rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance How can we know the dancer from the dance?
William Butler Yeats