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

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.

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.

Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.

What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.

A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.

Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!

Honey, not every flower belongs to your garden.

Don’t be afraid to bloom even in the darkest of times, just like moonflower blooms in the depths of the night.

You could see a butterfly as just a butterfly, or you could see it as an iridescent flower amidst the endless periwinkle blue skies.

Water your scars with self-love and watch them bloom into flowers of strength.

The day I know who I am, why and how is known of me, I will be me, Me: free from thorns and petals that go round and round, in heads and heels, and would reveal me, me indeed!

Sunflowers never beg to be adored.

Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet.