William Wordsworth Quotes: 16

• Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

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

  Lyrical Ballads

• Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

• Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

• 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.

• Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather findStrength in what remains behind;In the primal sympathyWhich having been must ever be...

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

  Lyrical Ballads

• Nature never did betrayThe heart that loved her.

• Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,Hath had elsewhere its setting,And cometh from afar:Not in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,But trailing clouds of glory do we come

• Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,Are a substantial world, both pure and good:Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

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

• My heart leaps up when I beholdA rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began;So is it now I am a man;

• 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

• 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.

  Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey

• Habit rules the unreflecting herd.

• The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.