926 Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go, Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know.

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.

There’s nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

Many readers judge of the power of a book by the shock it gives their feelings – as some savage tribes determine the power of muskets by their recoil; that being considered best which fairly prostrates the purchaser.

There are no birds in last year’s nest.

Safe from temptation, safe from sin’s pollution, She lives whom we call dead.

All things are symbols: the external shows Of Nature have their image in the mind, As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves.

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o’er the landscape; Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.