If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses a profound emotional experience that resonates deeply within the individual.
This quote by William Butler Yeats suggests that there is a voice or sentiment that speaks to us profoundly from within our hearts. It encapsulates the idea that true understanding and emotional truth often originate from our innermost selves, revealing a connection to our deep feelings and passions that may not be readily visible to the outside world.
Themes
EmotionHeartDeepTruthCoreFeeling
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a motivational speech about following your passion.
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