William Wordsworth Quotes

In the eye of the tornado, there's no more high and low, no floor and sky.

In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.

When I see a head from a great distance, it ceases to be a sphere and becomes an extreme confusion falling down into the abyss.

Nature is never other than serene even in a thunderstorm.

Here silence stands Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence: Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach.

Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well.

Write even when the world is chaotic.

A life all turbulence and noise may seem To him that leads it wise and to be praised, But wisdom is a pearl with most success Sought in still waters.

A mountain seen in the haze of distance must nevertheless look a solid heavy mountain.

In an age of constant movement, nothing is more urgent than sitting still.

Ride the air In whirlwind.

It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide—plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions.

The master action, to move forward is a form of inaction; being still and quiet.

Movement is only as good as the sense of stillness that you can bring to it to put it into perspective.

Serenity of spirit and turbulence of action should make up the sum of a man's life.

There was an immeasurable distance between the quick and the dead: they did not seem to belong to the same species; and it was strange to think that but a little while before they had spoken and moved and eaten and laughed.

There are three aspects to perspective. The first has to do with how the size of objects seems to diminish according to distance: the second, the manner in which colors change the farther away they are from the eye; the third defines how objects ought to be finished less carefully the farther away they are.

A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in water.

Everything also calms down with the influx of social media, there's so much happening all the time.

Its all about finding the calm in the chaos.

A mountain still in the distance can appear as a molehill.

I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.

For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.

Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.

He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.