William Wordsworth Quotes

When you are alone and too tired even to turn on any of your devices, you let yourself linger in a past stacked among your pillows.

I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.

As before, there is a great silence, with no end in sight. The writer surrenders, listening.

How dear to the mind of the sage are the thoughts that are bred in loneliness; for there is as it were music at his heart, and he talketh within him as with friends.

Action is limited and relative. Unlimited and absolute is the vision of him who sits at ease and watches, who walks in loneliness and dreams.

You see more sitting still than chasing after.

Let us leave a little room for reflection in our lives, room too for silence. Let us look within ourselves and see whether there is some delightful hidden place inside where we can be free of noise and argument. Let us hear the Word of God in stillness and perhaps we will then come to understand it.

In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.

Let the bucket of memory down into the well, bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one stirring, no plans. Just being there.

We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.

I used to ski across the vast white expanses of a quiet and lonely mountaintop. In the stillness and solitude... I pondered the mysteries of the universe, the planet, nature and of man. I'm still pondering.

I like to take walks in the park by myself, where no one can bother me and I can think.

Solitude has its own very strange beauty to it.

I feel calm when I'm on my own.

To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

In solitude, where we are least alone.

I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.

One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with one's words.

The observations and encounters of a devotee of solitude and silence are at once less distinct and more penetrating than those of the sociable man; his thoughts are weightier, stranger, and never without a tinge of sadness. Images and perceptions which might otherwise be easily dispelled by a glance, a laugh, an exchange of comments, concern him unduly, they sink into mute depths, take on significance, become experiences, adventures, emotions.

Poets knew that isolation in nature, far from people and things man-made, was good for the soul, and he'd always identified with poets.

The thoughtful man becomes a hermit in the thoroughfares of the marketplace.

But, the best times I have found, in my life, are late at night or early in the morning and I think it's because you're outside the social realm.

To have passed through life and never experienced solitude is to have never known oneself. To have never known oneself is to have never known anyone.