926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.

Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.

Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.

Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended! There from the flowing bowl Deep drinks the warrior's soul, Skoal! to the Northland! skoal! Thus the tale ended.

Don't cross the bridge til you come to it.

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

I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions

The air is full of farewells to the dying. And mournings for the dead.

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just