William Wordsworth Quotes

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

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.

Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair. . . .

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.

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.

To begin, begin.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, -- Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where! But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us, -- the place where in the end We find our happiness, or not at all!

What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not. And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot!

. . . I would stand, If the night blackened with a coming storm, Beneath some rock, listening to notes that are The ghostly language of the ancient earth, Or make their dim abode in distant winds. Thence did I drink the visionary power; And deem not profitless those fleeting moods Of shadowy exultation: not for this, That they are kindred to our purer mind And intellectual life; but that the soul, Remembering how she felt, but what she felt Remembering not, retains an obscure sense Of possible sublimity. . . .

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

[A] mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.

There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'T will make a thing endurable, which else Would overset the brain, or break the heart. . . .

Soft is the music that would charm for ever; The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.

A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;/ I heard a voice; it said `Drink, pretty creature, drink!'.

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.

Neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us.

Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.

I wandered lonely as a cloud / That floats on high o'er vales and hills, / When all at once I saw a crowd, / A host, of golden daffodils.

A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.

The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.

The child is father of the man.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.