Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

“Lives of great men all remind us,
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us,
Footprints on the sands of time.”

“The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, and all the sweet serenity of books.”

“Music is the universal language of mankind.”

“For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.”

“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”

“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”

“Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.”

“If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.”

“A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.”

“Be still sad heart and cease repining, behind the clouds the sun is shining; thy fate is the common fate of all; into each life some rain must fall-some days must be dark and dreary.”

“I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart.”

“We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.”

“I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

“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.”

“Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.”

“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.”

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 art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.”

“The heart, like the mind, has a memory.
And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.”

“It takes less time to do a thing right than to explain why you did it wrong.”

“Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.”

“There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.”

“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.”

“Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.”

“Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.”

“Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.”

“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.”

“In character, in manner, in style, in all the things, the supreme excellence is simplicity”

“My soul is full of longing
for the secret of the sea,
and the heart of the great ocean
sends a thrilling pulse through me.”
“Let us labor for an inward stillness–
An inward stillness and an inward healing.
That perfect silence where the lips and heart
Are still, and we no longer entertain
Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions,
But God alone speaks to us and we wait
In singleness of heart that we may know
His will, and in the silence of our spirits,
That we may do His will and do that only.”

“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.”

“If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it: Every arrow that flies feels the pull of the earth.”

“Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.”

“Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.”

“Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.”

“Love gives itself; it is not bought.”

“A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood. ”

“It takes less time to do a thing right than it does to explain why you did it wrong.”

“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, spilled on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.”

“Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow find us farther than today.”

“Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.”

“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. ”

“Perserverence is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.”

“Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.”

“Resolve and thou art free”
“… for it is the fate of a woman
Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless,
Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence.
Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women
Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers
Runnng through caverns of darkness…”

“Let us, then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.”

“When thou are not pleased, beloved,
Then my heart is sad and darkened,
As the shining river darkens
When the clouds drop shadows on it!
When thou smilest, my beloved,
Then my troubled heart is brightened,
As in sunshine gleam the ripples
That the cold wind makes in rivers.”

“The leaves of memory seemed to make a mournful rustling in the dark.”

“For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.”

“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.”

“The human voice is the organ of the soul.”

“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!”

“Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.”

“I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.”

“Art is long, and time is fleeting.”

“We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.”

“I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors.
There is so much aspiration in them,
so much audacious hope and trembling fear,
so much of the heart’s history, that all errors
and shortcomings are for a while lost sight of
in the amiable self assertion of youth.”

“The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.”

“Look, then, into thine heart, and write!
Yes, into life’s deep stream!”

All solemn Voices of the Night,
That can soothe thee, or affright, –
Be these henceforth thy theme.”

“Out of the shadows of night
The world rolls into light.”

“The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. ”

“Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with thee!”

“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels”

“Ah! What would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us
Worse than the dark before.”

“Then followed that beautiful season… Summer….
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.”

“It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.”

“Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.”
“Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung or said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.”

“Art is long and time is fleeting.”

“The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books.”

“Unasked, unsought, love gives itself but is not bought.”

“Youth comes but once in a lifetime.”

“Talk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.”

“In the long run men hit only what they aim at.”

“Art is the child of Nature.”

“Think not, because no man sees auch things will remain unseen.”

“Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.”

“The heights achieved by men, and kept, were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upwards through the night.”

“Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow,
Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.
Under the humble walls of the little catholic churchyard,
In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed;
Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,
Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,
Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy,
Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors,
Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey!”

“In the elder days of art
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part,
For the Gods are everywhere.”

“Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.”

“A boy’s will is the wind’s will, and the thought’s of youth are long, long thoughts”

“The life of man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams but in active charity and in willing service.”

“Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose.”
“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!”

“The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.”

“Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.”

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