“We had fed the heart on fantasies. / The heart’s grown brutal from the fare.” From “Meditations in Time of Civil War,” 1923.W.B.Yeats”
“We had fed the heart on fantasies,The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmitiesThan in our love”
“He had been suddenly jerked from the heart of civilization and flung into the heart of things primordial.”
“Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;/ We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death”
“For he is superstitious grown of late,Quite from the main opinion he held onceOf fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.”
“There was brotherhood between people who had fed from the same breast, a kinship that even time could not break. - Amir”