- Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes
Over the inter glaciers, I see the summer glow, And, through the wild-piled snowdrift, The warm rosebuds below.
There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all parts, that is, the poet.
Ralph Waldo Emerson“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”― Ralph Waldo Emerson
A man is a hero, not because he is braver than anyone else, but because he is brave for ten minutes longer.
The alleged power to charm down insanity, or ferocity in beasts, is a power behind the eye.
The most wonderful inspirations die with their subject, if he has no hand to paint them to the senses.
O, believe, as thou livest, that every sound that is spoken over the round world, which thou oughtest to hear, will vibrate on thine ear!
The efforts which we make to escape from our destiny only serve to lead us into it
The wise man in the storm prays God not for safety from danger but for deliverance from fear.
I do not wish to expiate, but to live. My life is not an apology, but a life.
In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says, -- he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.
The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough
We do not know today whether we are busy or idle. In times when we thought ourselves indolent we have discovered afterward that much was accomplished and much was begun in us.
The sky is less grand as it shuts down over less worth in the population.
What lies behind us & what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Character is higher than intellect. A great soul will be strong to live as well as think.
No mountain is of any appreciable height to break the curve of the sphere.
PoetTo mask the fiery thought, in simple words succeeds.For still the craft of genius is, To mask a king in weeds
In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes, ) which nature cannot repair.
No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature. Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this.
The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible
The way to write is to throw your body at the mark when all your arrows are spent.
You would compliment a coxcomb doing a good act, but you would not praise an angel.
Honor is venerable to us because it is no ephemeris. It is always ancient virtue. We worship it today because it is not of today.
We are always getting ready to live, but never living.
The hard soil and four months of snow make the inhabitants of the northern temperate zone wiser and abler than his fellow who enjoys the fixed smile of the tropics.
There is a difference between truly listening and waiting for your turn to talk.
What would be the use of immortality to a person who cannot use well half an hour?