Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes About Sadness

Quotes about: Sadness

• Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Life, Happiness, Sad

• Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Life, Sad, Depressing

  Tales of aWayside Inn pt. 3 "The Theologian's Tale: Elizabeth" pt. 4 (1874)

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

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Pain, Rain, Sadness

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1988). “Selected Poems”, p.302, Penguin

• Every man has his secret sorrows.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Sad, Depression, Being Happy

• 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

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

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Sad, Sweet, Hate

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “The Complete Poetical Works”, p.269

• 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

• This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Ocean, Twilight, Sadness

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.98

• Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Sad, Giving, Clay

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1871). “The Poetical Works”, p.139

• O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Sad, Thinking Of You, Feet

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1864). “Tales of a Wayside Inn”, p.224

• The life of woman is full of woe,
  Toiling on and on and on,
  With breaking heart, and tearful eyes,
  The secret longings that arise,
  Which this world never satisfies!
  Some more, some less, but of the whole
  Not one quite happy, no, not one!

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Sad, Women, Heart

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.156

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