Quote by William Wordsworth Download Open image ““A natureza nunca traiu o coração que amava.”” — William Wordsworth ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.3 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“[...] daí a alegação de que não havia regra para a completa sanidade mental.” — Machado de Assis Copy Share Image
“O que é o desejo do nosso coração?" "A vingança," a voz dele era baixa, como se tivesse receio de que alguém estivesse ouvindo.… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“A amante que acossamos, a amante que suspeitamos que está prestes a trair-nos, é a própria vida, e, embora já não a sintamos a… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“A determinação e o destino são irmãos, e ambos repousam no mesmo coração.” — Halldór Kiljan Laxness Copy Share Image
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good.” — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Where are your books? - that light bequeathed To beings else forlorn and blind! Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed From dead men… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on, as it… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
