Ki Longfellow Quotes
Well I know the secret places, And the nests in hedge and tree; At what doors are friendly faces, In what hearts are thoughts of me.
Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies.
Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
A young critic is like a boy with a gun; he fires at every living thing he sees. He thinks only of his own skill, not of the pain he is giving.
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.
The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!
Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours.
The tragic element in poetry is like Saturn in alchemy, the Malevolent, the Destroyer of Nature ; but without it no true Aurum Potabile, or Elixir of Life, can be made.
The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.
Oh, what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth under the bright and glorious sky, and looks on duties well performed, and days well spent.
People of a lively imagination are generally curious, and always so when a little in love.
Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green.
Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavor for the selfsame ends, With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations.
Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, All things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all is o'er, A plunge, a bubble, and no more.
Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought.
Magnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a warrior with the stain of blood in his brazen mail.
All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them, but what is universal.
Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
Beautiful in form and feature, lovely as the day, can there be so fair a creature formed of common clay?
Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.
Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand,-- One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery!
It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old.
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.
The happy should not insist too much upon their happiness in the presence of the unhappy.
There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.
Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.
Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.
Youth, hope, and love: To build a new life on a ruined life, To make the future fairer than the past, And make the past appear a troubled dream.
