William Wordsworth Quotes

Love lives with Nature, not with lust. Go find her in the flowers.

I used to take everything at face value. Because, when I say something, I mean it... so I used to feel that everybody else meant what they said. But of course that wasn't true. And life isn't that sweet and simple.

The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness among the common herbs of pastures, and breathe their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts whose beatings are too gentle for the world.

The simple-hearted and sincere never do more than half deceive themselves.

The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.

A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.

Dandelions don't tell no lies.

In most cases, people, even wicked people, are far more naive and simple-hearted than one generally assumes. And so are we.

You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin , or even vagueness - ignorance, credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things.

The flower which we do not pluck is the only one which never loses its beauty or its fragrance.

Is not thy home among the flowers?

What is more simple than to tell to a little boy, 'This is not the truth, it is a game?'

As long as there are flowers and children and birds in the world, have no fears: everything will be fine.

it is amazin, she thinks, how simple appearances can be created - a rush, a smile, a new coat of paint, a slow, calm voice, a hug, a new dress - a resolve to keep out questions and cling to secrets

How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!

We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are. We adults, on the other hand, have outgrown them and have to lower ourselves to stoop down to them. It seems to me that the grass hates us when we confess our love for it. Whoever would partake of all good things must understand how to be small at times.

Nothing in nature is as simple as it sometimes seems when reduced to words.

Beginnings start without shade,Thinner than minnows.The live grass whirls with the sun,Feet run over the simple stones,There's time enough.Behold, in the lout's eye, love.

The rose has no 'Why?' It flowers because it flowers.

Mystification is simple; clarity is the hardest thing of all.

The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision.

O, to be sure, we laugh less and play less and wear uncomfortable disguises like adults, but beneath the costume is the child we always are, whose needs are simple, whose daily life is still best described by fairy tales.

The plain wooden toothpick, it may be argued, is among the simplest of manufactured things. It consists of a single part, made of a single material, intended for a single purpose-from which it gets its simple name. It is also among the most convenient and ready of things. It can be used directly out of the box-there being no instructions to read, no parts to assemble, no priming or booting required, and no maintenance expected. When it has served its purpose, it is simply discarded.