926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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.

Where, twisted round the barren oak, The summer vine in beauty clung, And summer winds the stillness broke, The crystal icicle is hung.

These stars of earth, these golden flowers.

All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them, but what is universal.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!

The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more dreary, And I am near to fall, infirm and weary.

And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection - itself a broader shadow. We look forward into the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy.

Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!