Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
There’s nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one’s judgement of others.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All was silent as before-All silent save the dripping rain.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What shall I say to you? What can I say Better than silence is?
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He that respects himself is safe from others; he wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wherever a noble deed is wrought, Wherever is spoken a noble thought,Our hearts in glad surprise To higher levels rise.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All things come round to him who will but wait.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Music is the universal language of mankind.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead!Act, – act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Listen, every one That listen may, unto a tale That’s merrier than the nightingale.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Write in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The light upon her face Shines from the windows of another world. Saints only have such faces.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
These faces in the mirrors Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Twas Easter Sunday. The full blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Joy and Temperance and Repose Slam the door on the doctor’’s nose.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot’s breast,And their names are engraven on honor’s bright crest.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
World wide a part, and yet akin, As showing that the human heart Beats on forever as of old.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is a beautiful trait in the lovers character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


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