William Wordsworth Life Quotations

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

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.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

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

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

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

My days, my friend, are almost gone,My life has been approved,And many love me; but by noneAm I enough beloved.

No human ear shall ever hear me speak;No human dwelling ever give me food,Or sleep, or rest: but, over waste and wild,In search of nothing, that this earth can give,But expiation, will I wander on --A Man by pain and thought compelled to live,Yet loathing life -- till anger is appeasedIn Heaven, and Mercy gives me leave to die.

A simple child,That lightly draws its breath,And feels its life in every limb,What should it know of death?

There's not a nook within this solemn pass/ But were an apt confessional for one/ Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone,/ That life is but a tale of morning grass/ Withered at eve.

The tendency, too potent in itself,Of use and custom to bow down the soulUnder a growing weight of vulgar sense,And substitute a universe of deathFor that which moves with light and life informed,Actual, divine, and true.

So was it when my life began;So is it now I am a man;So be it when I shall grow old,Or let me die!

Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man...

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

While all the future, for thy purer soul, With "sober certainties" of love is blest.

O dearer far than light and life are dear.

Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness.

Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.

As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die!

She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me!

Far from the world I walk, and from all care.

We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love; And, even as these are well and wisely fixed, In dignity of being we ascend.

Plain living and high thinking are no more.

He loves not well whose love is bold! I would not have thee come too nigh. The sun's gold would not seem pure gold Unless the sun were in the sky: To take him thence and chain him near Would make his beauty disappear. William Winter, Love's Queen. The unconquerable pang of despised love.

For mightier far Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite be feeble woman's breast.

There is One great society alone on earth: The noble living and the noble dead.

How is it that you live, and what is it you do?

Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.

Fiction; inner thoughts of Elisha True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved.