926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea

I am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving it.

Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

Make not thyself the judge of any man.

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.

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.