Hills Quote by William Wordsworth Download Open image “The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.” — William Wordsworth ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Hills Lonely Silence Sky Sleep Starry sky
“Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by. —Philips Brooks” — M.C. Beaton Copy Share Image
The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
It's the silence I imagine in the rest of the world, the silence of an endless ocean and uninhabitable island, a silence that can… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“I look up into the starless sky. My heart pounds. This silent badlands scares me more than nighttime in the city, with its noise… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“True silence is the rest of the mind; it is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment.” — William Penn Copy Share Image
“The wind sings of our nostalgia and the starry sky ignores our dreams. Each snow flake is a tear that fails to trickle Silence… — Margot Bickel Copy Share Image
Oft in the silence of the night, When the lonely moon rides high, When wintry winds are whistling, And we hear the owl's shrill… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Silence is a magical sleep where you find the solutions in your dreams!” — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
“The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I step naked into the street. The blackness riddled by the singing of crickets: sound, that dead will-o'-the-wisp, that musical light perceived by the spirit. A thousand butterfly skeletons sleep within my walls. A wild crowd of young breezes over the river. -… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share
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
I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
"Summer Sisters" is probably my least autobiographical book. The whole idea started with rowing down the pond. And I heard an explosion. I don't… — Judy Blume Copy Share Image
Being fit is the easiest part of being a dance professional. I used to just throw on a backpack full of rocks and run… — Anton du Beke Copy Share Image
Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills.… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
Flowers are the alphabet of angels, whereby they write on the hills and fields mysterious truths. — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
I have thought that wild flowers might be the alphabet of angels, — whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious truths, which it… — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
I'm just, like, totally normal. The fact that any of this has happened, that we're sitting here at the Beverly Hills Hotel just gets… — Gwen Stefani Copy Share Image
He really is terribly heavy going. Like running up hill in roller skates. — Alan Ayckbourn Copy Share Image
The foundation of the Christian's peace is everlasting; it is what no time, no change can destroy. It will remain when the body dies;… — Jonathan Edwards Copy Share Image
Jack and Jill ran up the hill, both for a little fun. Jack's plan was deception while Jill sought affection. And Jack wouldn't quit… — Laurie Faria Stolarz Copy Share Image
It was lonely on the hill, and cold. And all you could do was keep going. You could scream, cry, and stamp your feet,… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
Climbing has worked for me in a number of ways on Capitol Hill. I'm much more inclined to look at what people do, as… — Mark Udall Copy Share Image
