“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow13 likes
“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
“Music is the universal language of mankind.”
“We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.”
“The Rainy Day The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. 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.”
“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.”
“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”
“The soul ... is audible, not visible.”
“Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.”
“I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart”
“The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.”
“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.”
“Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.”
“They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.”
“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 bravest are the tenderest. The loving are the daring.”
“A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.”
“As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.”
“It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.”
“If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.”
“There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.”
“Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!”
“Straight between them ran the pathway, Never grew the grass upon it”
“Resolve, and thou art free.”
“In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.”
“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
“The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.”
“Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.”
“All things come round to him who will but wait.”
“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.”
“Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.”
“I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.”
“Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.”
“People demand freedom only when they have no power.”
“If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.”
“Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.”
“A Psalm of Life 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 are, to dust thou returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! 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! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sand of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solenm main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.”
“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!”
“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
“That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.”
“Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.”
“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 is the sun still shining”
“O, never from the memory of my heart Your dear, paternal image shall depart, Who while on earth, ere yet by death surprised, Taught me how mortals are immortalized; How grateful am I for that patient care All my life long my language shall declare.”
“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.”
“Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.”
“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.”
“When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.”
“The Day is Done The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. 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.”