873 Quotes by William Wordsworth

The mysteries that cups of flowers infold And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold.

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

That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner’s crime, The most resplendent hair.

Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised.

A primrose by the river’s brim A yellow rose was to him. And it was nothing more.

To begin, begin.

For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude.

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.

The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone.