William Wordsworth quotes
A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
The child is father of the man.
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
Faith is a passionate intuition.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
To begin, begin.
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.