Blood Quote by William Wordsworth Download Open image “Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.” — William Wordsworth ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.5 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Blood Felt Heart Inspirational Nameless Sensations Sweet
It's sweet like the nectar of the garden flower, it's soothing like the buzzing of a bumble bee, it's warm like the rays of… — Shubham Joshi Copy Share Image
Do you know the feeling, when your heart is so hurt, that you could feel the blood dripping? — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Feelings aroused by the touch of someones hand, the sound of music, the smell of a flower, a beautiful sunset, a work of art,… — Bernie Siegel Copy Share Image
A feeling heart is a blessing that no one, who has it, would be without; and it is a moral security of innocence; since… — Samuel Richardson Copy Share Image
Feeling is the language of the soul. If you want to know what's true for you about something, look to how you're feeling about… — Neale Donald Walsch Copy Share Image
To feel the soul without explaining it, without vocabulary, and to represent this sensation. — Yves Klein Copy Share Image
A tender heart is a wakeful, watchful heart. It watches against sin in the soul, sin in the family, sin in the calling, sin… — John Bunyan Copy Share Image
When heart beating starts for somebody u would feel every beat as precious... but when that somebody vanishes from ur life u will feel… — Reynold Copy Share Image
A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred… — John Lyly 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
When you're scared - and I mean really scared, not just hearing a noise in the night, or standing toe to toe with someone… — Alexander Gordon Smith Copy Share Image
Ye youths and virgins, when your generous blood Has drunk the warmth of fifteen summers, now The loves invite; now to new rapture wakes… — John Armstrong Copy Share Image
In literature and art memory is a synonym for invention. It is the life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
I have no intention of retiring. Even my blood sugar is better when I'm working. — Elaine Stritch Copy Share Image
What about you three, where are you going?" Even before Halt answered, Will knew what he was going to say. But that didn't make… — John Flanagan Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“...I wore his blood for clothing, on my legs and thighs and hands: a dry, stiff, brown garment with no warmth in it.” — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
T]he church is not a place. It's not a building. It's not a preaching point. It's not a spiritual service provider. It's a people… — Mark Dever Copy Share Image
I don't think you should ever say, 'This is the last time'. Music isn't like that. You'll be sitting there not wishing to get… — Roger Daltrey Copy Share Image
In this choice of inheritance we have given to our frame of polity the image of a relation in blood; binding up the constitution… — Edmund Burke Copy Share Image