Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes and Quotations
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Each morning sees some task begun Each evening sees it close. Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
All things must change to something new, to something strange.
To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.
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.
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it: Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
The heights by men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
In this world, a man must either be anvil or hammer.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears.
Into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary.
Give what you have. To someone else it may be better than you dare to think.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
Time ... is the life of the soul.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted, wholly vain, If, rising on its wrecks, at last To something nobler we attain.
Act-act in the living Present!
The present is the blocks with which we build.
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.
Today is the blocks with which we build.
Let us then be up and doing, with a heart for any fate.
Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.
Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep.
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart.
Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest.
Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
All things come round to him who will but wait.
Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.
Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime; and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.
All things must change to something new, to something strange.
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart.
The bravest are the tenderest. The loving are the daring.
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart.
Act-act in the living present!
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.
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.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen.
Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.
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.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
How sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.
Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
The soul ... is audible, not visible.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, - act in the living Present! Heart within and God o'erhead.
Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
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.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
Thou, too, sail on, O Shipof State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
To persevere in one's duty and to be silent is the best answer to calumny.
The night shall be filled with music And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
All things must change To something new, to something strange.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
There was a little girl, And she had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead; When she was good she was very, very good, When she was bad she was horrid.
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!
Every dew-drop and raindrop had a whole heaven within it.
None but yourself who are your greatest foe.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart.
No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own.
When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.
Every human heart is human.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust. Let us be merciful as well as just.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
And the night shall be filled with music And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
The nearer the dawn the darker the night.
Be noble in every thought And in every deed!
All things come round to him who will but wait.
All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them, but what is universal.
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, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
Ships that pass in the night.
God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again.
Came the Spring with all its splendor All its birds and all its blossoms, All its flowers, and leaves, and grasses.
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain.
This is the forest primeval.
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
Oh, the long and dreary Winter! Oh, the cold and cruel Winter!
If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning.
Why don't you speak for yourself, John?
Speaking words of endearment where words of comfort availed not.
Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams With its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.