Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow More Quotes From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow welcomeold-friends The sea hath its pearls Henry Wadsworth Longfellow boyfriendstarsromantic O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sufferinghumanitylying To-day, to-morrow, every day, to thousands the end of the world is close at hand. And why should we fear it? We walk here, as it were, in the crypts of life; at times, from the great cathedral above us, we can hear the organ and the chanting choir; we see the light stream through the open door, when some friend goes up before us; and shall we fear to mount the narrow staircase of the grave that leads us out of this uncertain twilight into life eternal? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow twilighttimedoors Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow iron-willfutureheart More and more do I feel, as I advance in life, how little we really know of each other. Friendship seems to me like the touch of musical-glasses--it is only contact; but the glasses themselves, and their contents, remain quite distinct and unmingled. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow musicalglasseslittles Let nothing disturb thee, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow endurancepatientpatience Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow waves-breakingcolorsea Nothing with God can be accidental. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow laying-down Music is the language spoken by angels. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow music-islanguageangel The sentence of the first murderer was pronounced by the Supreme Judge of the universe. Was it death? No, it was life. 'A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth'; and 'Whosoever slayeth Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow vagabondstakenjudging Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the Spring!—the great annual miracle.... which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love, that wins its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because itself is divine power. If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation would there be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change!... We are like children who are astonished and delighted only by the second-hand of the clock, not by the hour-hand. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow heartspringchildren 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! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wallheartlying Perseverance is a great element of success. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow perseverancesuccesssports Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow moonchangerain It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow confusedlovelife Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow agemaytime Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow let-medreamsleep Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a long time in the chimney, cover themselves with soot, and bring nothing away but a bag of cinders, and then sing from the top of the house as if they had built it. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow firehouselong There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sadhatesweet
