Top 33 William Wordsworth Quotes

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Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate the

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
William Wordsworth
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
William Wordsworth
The child is father of the man.
William Wordsworth
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
William Wordsworth
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
William Wordsworth
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
William Wordsworth
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
William Wordsworth
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
William Wordsworth
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.
William Wordsworth
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
William Wordsworth
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.
William Wordsworth
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.
William Wordsworth
To begin, begin.
William Wordsworth
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
William Wordsworth
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
William Wordsworth
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
William Wordsworth
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.
William Wordsworth
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
William Wordsworth
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
William Wordsworth
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
William Wordsworth
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
William Wordsworth
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.
William Wordsworth
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
William Wordsworth
One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
William Wordsworth
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.
William Wordsworth
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.
William Wordsworth
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
William Wordsworth
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.
William Wordsworth
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.
William Wordsworth
The child is father of the man.
William Wordsworth
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
William Wordsworth
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes aw

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
William Wordsworth
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.
William Wordsworth