Quotes by William Wordsworth

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.

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.

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.

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.

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

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

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

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

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.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

To begin, begin.

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

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.

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

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

“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.”

“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.”