William Wordsworth's Quotes

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

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

What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

The child is father of the man.

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

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.

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

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.

Faith is a passionate intuition.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

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

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

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

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

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

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.

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.