Ki Longfellow Quotes

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.

Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.

Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.

The nearer the dawn the darker the night.

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

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

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.

Every man has his secret sorrows.

Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.

We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

Look, then, into thine heart, and write!

Many critics are like woodpeckers, who, instead of enjoying the fruit and shadow of a tree, hop incessantly around the trunk, pecking holes in the bark to discover some little worm or other.

Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.

Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from Sinai.

The sea hath its pearls The heaven hath its stars But my heart, my heart Has its love.

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument.

Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.

Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.

The human voice is the organ of the soul.

Love is the root of creation; God's essence; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this purpose only. Only to love and to be loved again.

For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

The Mormons make the marriage ring, like the ring of Saturn, fluid, not solid, and keep it in its place by numerous satellites.

How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and the heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain!

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

Youth comes but once in a lifetime.

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

I am the Angel of the Sun Whose flaming wheels began to run When God's almighty breath Said to the darkness and the Night, Let there be light! and there was light.

Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.

For bells are the voice of the church; They have tones that touch and search The hearts of young and old.

There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye.

The student has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.

The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!

Art is long, and Time is fleeting.

It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.