William Wordsworth Quotes

Little islands are all large prisons: one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.

No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can't answer anything except 'I cannot'.

I have watched patients stand and gaze longingly toward the city they in all likelihood will never enter again. It means liberty and life; it seems so near, and yet heaven is not further from hell.

I'm like a caged animal sometimes. Let me yearn to breathe free.

I could not forbear getting up to the top of a little mountain, and looking out to sea, in hopes of seeing a ship : then fancy that, at a vast distance, I spied a sail, please myself with the hopes of it, and, after looking steadily, till I was almost blind, lose it quite, and sit down and weep like a child, and thus increase my misery by my folly.

A ship in dock, surrounded by quays and the walls of warehouses, has the appearance of a prisoner meditating upon freedom in the sadness of a free spirit put under restraint.

There's a vacancy, won't you come to me And fill my empty spaces I'm a motel man in a promised land That's filled with empty faces So won't you bring your sorrows bring your dreams, It's a place for you to be There's no more tomorrow or that's how it seems Won't you come to me? I've got a vacancy

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.

I lay my head on the railroad track, waitin' on the Double E. But the train don't run by here no more, poor, poor, pitiful me.

'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!

There is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything that he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind the bars, and the man is outside.

Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.

He who is conceived in a cage yearns for the cage.

Of what use were wings to a man fast bound in chains of iron?

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

People like music when they're in love, but they don't need it as much. You need music when you're missing someone or you're pining for someone or you're forgetting someone or you're trying to process what just happened.

I have been desperate to escape for so many years now, it is routine for me to try to escape.

I'm lying in my bed, blanket is warm, this body will never keep me safe from harm. I still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole. If only you'd come back to me. To feel you at my side, wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied.

In jail I was just like everybody else, I was sitting there praying, feeling caged.

I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I missed singing so much. And performing. Man, I missed it so much.

On the wagon sped, and I, as well as my comrades, gave a despairing farewell glance at freedom as we came in sight of the long stone buildings.

Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside equally desperate to get out.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

When you love someone, and you've lost that one, then nothing really matters.