Quotes from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.

I love thee, as the good love heaven.

What else remains for me? Youth, hope and love; To build a new life on a ruined life.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.

As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.

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.

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.

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

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

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

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.

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.

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...

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

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

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

Resolve, and thou art free.

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

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark

Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought

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

A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.