“A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.”

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.

How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.

Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.

And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!

A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.

The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.

There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.

That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.

My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.

Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.

Sometimes, healing hurts.

Sadness is great, the parting is a pain, yet in this pain lives the promise of reunion.

My sadness is that you broke your promise.

Fear is a mirror. You have to face it until it breaks.

If I wasn’t worthy of explanation, you aren’t worth being remembered.

The only thing that changed about you is me.

Note to self: stop being so soft, remember what he did and move along.

You said i was your forever, so where are you now my lover?