All Gerard Manley Hopkins Quotes
- I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! Black
- We have him [God] before our eyes, masked in the sacred Host Eye
- What you look at hard seems to look at you. Funny
- Life death all does end and each day dies with sleep. All
- Religion, you know, enters very deep; in reality it is the deepest impression I have in speaking to people, that they are or that they… Deep
- The Best ideal is the true and other truth is none. All glory be ascribed to the holy Three in One. All
- What are works of art for? to educate, to be standards. To produce is of little use unless what we produce is known, is widely… Aim
- Beauty is a relation, and the apprehension of it a comparison. Apprehension
- It is a happy thing that there is no royal road to poetry. The world should know by this time that one cannot reach Parnassus… Cannot Reach
- Do you know, a horrible thing has happened to me. I have begun to doubt Tennyson. Begun
- By the by, if the English race had done nothing else, yet if they left the world the notion of a gentleman, they would have… Done Nothing
- But . . . I may as well say what I should not otherwise have said, that I always knew in my heart Walt Whitman’s… Always Knew
- The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise. Admire
- It is not only prayer that gives God glory but work. Smitting on an anvil, sawing a beam, whitewashing a wall, driving horses, sweeping, scouring,… All
- Glory be to God for dappled things. Dappled
- Your personal boundaries protect the inner core of your identity and your right to choices. Boundaries
- I do not think I have ever seen anything more beautiful than the bluebell I have been looking at. I know the beauty of our… Beautiful
- Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the Stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behavior Of silk-sack clouds! Has wilder, willful-waiver Meal-drift… Across
- O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small… Cheap
- What is all this juice and all this joy? All
- Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies! Oh look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels… Air
- All the world is full of inscape and chance left free to act falls into an order as well as purpose. Act
- The poetical language of an age should be the current language heightened. Age
- Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush… Beautiful
- And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West… Ah