Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes About Life
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Life is the gift of God, and is divine.
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Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
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Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine.
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Quotes about 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 art; to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
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Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse. To and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing, As in a foundering ship.
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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
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In the life of every man there are sudden transitions of feeling, which seem almost miraculous. At once, as if some magician had touched the heavens and the earth, the dark clouds melt into the air, the wind falls, and serenity succeeds the storm. The causes which produce these changes may have been long at work within us, but the changes themselves are instantaneous, and apparently without sufficient cause.
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There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.
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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.
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Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain, And he who followeth Love's behest Far excelleth all the rest!
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Does not all the blood within me Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee, As the springs to meet the sunshine.
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Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.
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Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green.
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That was the first sound in the song of love! Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound. Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument, the soul, And play the prelude of our fate. We hear The voice prophetic, and are not alone.
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Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.
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The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. The house is full of life and light.
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I love thee, as the good love heaven.
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Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
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Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.
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O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares! Care and age come unawares!
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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.
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Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.
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Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
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Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.
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I do not love thee less for what is done, And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness Hath brought thee nearer to me, and henceforth My love will have a sense of pity in it, Making it less a worship than before.
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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.
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Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number.
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Each new epoch in life seems an encounter. There is a tussle and a cloud of dust, and we come out of it triumphant or crest-fallen, according as we have borne ourselves.
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Art is long, and Time is fleeting.
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Into each life some rain must fall.
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