Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Time, Learning, Heart

  "A Psalm of Life" st. 9 (1838)

• Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Weed, Kindness, Flower

• Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Inspirational, Life, Wisdom

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.2016, Delphi Classics

• The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Heart, Holiday, Self

  'The Ladder of Saint Augustine' (1850)

• I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Believe, Heart, Brain

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1967). “The Letters of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Volume I-II: 1814-1843”, p.470, Harvard University Press

• I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Friendship, Song, Strong

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Everyman's Poetry”, p.55, Hachette UK

• My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Beach, Ocean, Heart

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Favorite Poems”, p.45, Courier Corporation

• There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Heart, Water, Secret

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “Favorite Poems”, p.64, Courier Corporation

• Our hearts are lamps for ever burning.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Heart, Lamps, Burning

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.1203, Jazzybee Verlag

• The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Friendship, Heart, Stories

• The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Memories, Heart, Mind

• 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.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Dream, Strong, Eye

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.339, Library of America

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

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Children, Heart, Parenting

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.796, Library of America

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

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Tired, Heart, Too Late

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.838, Jazzybee Verlag

• If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or
  burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in
  silence, what wonder and expectation there would be
  in all the hearts to behold the miraculous change.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Nature, Time, Spring

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1883). “Complete Works”

• Look, then, into thine heart, and write!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Writing, Heart, Looks

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1839). “Voices of the Night”, p.15

• Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Art, Strong, Sadness

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1857). “Prose Works”, p.152

• Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Rain, Fall, Heart

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.18, Library of America

• For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Art, Heart, Grace

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, J. D. McClatchy (2000). “Poems and Other Writings”, p.116, Library of America

• Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the Spring!—the great annual miracle.... which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love, that wins its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because itself is divine power. If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation would there be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change!... We are like children who are astonished and delighted only by the second-hand of the clock, not by the hour-hand.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Children, Spring, Heart

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

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  God, Time, Future

  "A Psalm of Life" st. 6 (1838)

• Let us labor for an inward stillness-- An inward stillness and an inward healing. That perfect silence where the lips and heart Are still, and we no longer entertain Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions, But God alone speaks to us and we wait In singleness of heart that we may know His will, and in the silence of our spirits, That we may do His will and do that only

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Healing, Heart, Perfect

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.1264, Jazzybee Verlag

• God sent his Singers upon earth
  With songs of sadness and of mirth,
  That they might touch the hearts of men,
  And bring them back to heaven again.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Song, Heart, Sadness

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.138

• The holiest of all holidays are those
  Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
  The secret anniversaries of the heart,
  When the full river of feeling overflows;-
  The happy days unclouded to their close;
  The sudden joys that our of darkness start
  As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
  Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Heart, Holiday, Blow

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2012). “My Complete Poetical Works (Annotated Edition)”, p.857, Jazzybee Verlag

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

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Heart, Church Bells, Voice

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1078, Delphi Classics

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