Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.

Quote by William Wordsworth

Topics: Destiny Quotes, Expectation Quotes

To begin, begin.

To begin, begin.

Drink, pretty creature, drink!

Drink, pretty creature, drink!

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will...

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will...

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power...

I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power...

Faith is a passionate intuition.

Faith is a passionate intuition.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected...

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected...

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and...

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and...

We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely...

We live by admiration, hope and love; and even as these are well and wisely...

A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force...

A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force...

The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of...

The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of...

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world,...

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world,...

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free...

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free...

Up! up! my friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double. . .

Up! up! my friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double. . .

Initially, I didn't start out to be a member of a band. I wanted to...

Initially, I didn't start out to be a member of a band. I wanted to...

The multitude of books is a great evil. There is no limit to this fever...

The multitude of books is a great evil. There is no limit to this fever...

Thy books should, like thy friends, not many be, yet such wherein men may thy...

Thy books should, like thy friends, not many be, yet such wherein men may thy...