Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books
4017 Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
3616 Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
4265 The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained in sudden flight but, they while their companions slept, they were toiling upwards in the night.
3248 As Unto the bow the the cord is ,
So unto the man is woman;
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him , yet she follows:
Useless each without the other.
3479 Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall
4971 I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart
4571 Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
4432 We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
3972 Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
4389 Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,
When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,
Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,
But never will be sung to us again,
Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest
Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.
2793 Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
4326 And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
the Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!
4363 Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.
3735 Music is the universal language of mankind.
1025 If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it;
Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
3359 Resolve, and thou art free.
2456 Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought
2719 Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung or said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.
3717 Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
2010 Not in the clamor of the crowded street,
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,
But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
1480 Straight between them ran the pathway,
Never grew the grass upon it
4834 Think of your woods and orchards without birds!
Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams
As in an idiot's brain remembered words
Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!
4508 Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
4642 Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.
1818 Resolve, and thou art free. But breathe the air
Of mountains, and their unapproachable summits
Will lift thee to the level of themselves.
4958 A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
4018 I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.
And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away.
4967 And oft the blessed time foretells
When all men shall be free;
And musical, as silver bells,
Their falling chains shall be.
4093 And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
and silently steal away.
4619 Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
2139 Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!
1302 Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
4878 Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.
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