Quotes by William Wordsworth
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.
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.
Neither evil tongues, rash judgements, 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.
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.
For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.
Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-calculated less or 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.
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
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.
This city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning; silent bare, ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
A day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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.
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.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
The Child is the father of the Man.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
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.
That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.
Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
