Gerard Manley Hopkins Quotes

I do not think I have ever seen anything more beautiful than the bluebell I have been looking at. I know the beauty of our Lord by it.

Your personal boundaries protect the inner core of your identity and your right to choices.

Glory be to God for dappled things.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

ELECTED Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear.

For Christ plays in ten thousand places,/ Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his/ To the Father through the features of men’s faces.

Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.

What I do is me, for that I came.

Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies! Oh look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!

Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty's self and beauty's giver.

All the world is full of inscape and chance left free to act falls into an order as well as purpose.

I say that we are wound With mercy round and round As if with air.

Do you know, a horrible thing has happened to me. I have begun to doubt Tennyson.

The Best ideal is the true and other truth is none. All glory be ascribed to the holy Three in One.

That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?

The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise.

Natural heart's ivy, Patience masks Our ruins of wrecked past purpose.

Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales, All the air things wear that build this world of Wales.

All things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we knew how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring and tell of him.

Beauty is a relation, and the apprehension of it a comparison.

What is all this juice and all this joy?

My own heart let me more have pity on; let Me live to my sad self hereafter kind, Charitable; not live this tormented mind With this tormented mind tormenting yet.

The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed.

It is a happy thing that there is no royal road to poetry. The world should know by this time that one cannot reach Parnassus except by flying thither.

I thought how sadly beauty of inscape was unknown and buried away from simple people and yet how near at hand it was if they had eyes to see it and it could be called out everywhere again.

Life death all does end and each day dies with sleep.

By the by, if the English race had done nothing else, yet if they left the world the notion of a gentleman, they would have done a great service to mankind.

And I have asked to be Where no storms come, Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, And out of the swing of the sea.

Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just. Why do sinners' ways prosper? and why must Disappointment all I endeavour end?

Crystal sincerity hath found no shelter but in a fool's cap.

I am all at once what Christ is, ' since he was what I am, and This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, ' patch, matchwood, immortal diamond, Is immortal diamond.

I do not write for the public. You are my public and I hope to convert you.

It kills me to be time's eunuch and never to beget.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.

When we hew or delve: After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.

When I compare myself, my being-myself, with anything else whatever, all things alike, all in the same degree, rebuff me with blank unlikeness.

I awoke in the Midsummer not-to-call night, in the white and the walk of the morning

Religion, you know, enters very deep; in reality it is the deepest impression I have in speaking to people, that they are or that they are not of my religion.

The male quality is the creative gift.

Even with one companion ecstasy is almost banished.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small Durance deal with that steep or deep.

The poetical language of an age should be the current language heightened.

I think that the trivialness of life is, and personally to each one, ought to be seen to be, done away with by the Incarnation.

I always knew in my heart Walt Whitman's mind to be more like my own than any other man's living.

It seems then that it is not the excellence of any two things (or more) in themselves, but those two things as viewed by the light of each other, that makes beauty.

Birds buildbut not I build; no, but strain, Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes. Mine,O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.

God?is so great that all things give him glory if you mean they should.

The Indian gods are imposing, the Greek gods are not. Indeed they are not brave, not self-controlled, they have no manners, they are not gentlemen and ladies.