Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man’s errors, than from his virtues.
Evil is only good perverted.
Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
All things come round to him who will but wait.
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
Silence and solitude, the soul’s best friends.
Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man’s enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
All things must change to something new, to something strange.
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
Success is not something to wait for, it is something to work for.
The soul…is audible, not visible.
Talk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.
Nothing is or can be accidental with God.
Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.
If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
Love gives itself; it is not bought.
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.
Defeat may be victory in disguise.
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
Resolve and thou art free.
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.