William Wordsworth Quotes

When from our better selves we have too longBeen parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How gracious, how benign, is Solitude

Society has parted man from man, neglectful of the universal heart.

The child is the father of the man.

But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And has the nature of infinity.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart

Duty were our games.

Go to the poets, they will speak to theeMore perfectly of purer creatures--

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...

we not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particularway in which we have been accustomed to be pleased.

friend is the one who showes the way and walks a piece of road with us

Hence, in a season of calm weatherThough inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea

Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

Is then no nook of English ground secureFrom rash assault?

To character and success two things contradictory as they may seem must go together-humble dependence and manly independence: humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

We must be free or die who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.

That best portion of a good man's life His little nameless unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.

The child is father to the man.

Come forth into the light of things. Let nature be your teacher.

My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky.

Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love as if to keep it warm.

To character and success two things contradictory as they may seem must go together-humble dependence and manly independence humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament.

Every great and original writer in proportion as he is great and original must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.

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

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

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.

To begin, begin.