Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes: 22

• If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

• Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

• Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all.

  In Memoriam

• HopeSmiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'...

• I am a part of all that I have met.

  The Complete Poetical Works of Tennyson

• Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.

• Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despairRise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.

• Though much is taken, much abides; and thoughWe are not now that strength which in old daysMoved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fate, but strong in willTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

  Idylls of the King and a Selection of Poems

• Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

• Love is the only gold.

• Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.

  The Complete Works of Alfred Tennyson

• Half the night I waste in sighs,Half in dreams I sorrow afterThe delight of early skies;In a wakeful dose I sorrowFor the hand, the lips, the eyes,For the meeting of the morrow,The delight of happy laughter,The delight of low replies.

  Maud, and other poems

• Come friends, it's not too late to seek a newer world.

• There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.

• I hold it true, whate'er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all.

  In Memoriam

• I remainMistress of mine own self and mine own soul

• The shell must break before the bird can fly.

• So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry.

  In Memoriam

• But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills,And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me,And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’dTo dwell in presence of immortal youth,Immortal age beside immortal youth,And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus

• Let me go: take back thy gift:Why should a man desire in any wayTo vary from the kindly race of men,Or pass beyond the goal of ordinanceWhere all should pause, as is most meet for all?...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears,And make me tremble lest a saying learnt,In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true?‘The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.’- Tithonus

• How dull it is to pause, to make an end,To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!As tho’ to breathe were life!

  Ulysses

• Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and for ever.

  The Complete Works of Alfred Tennyson