Ki Longfellow Quotes
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!
However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.
The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.
It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much.
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!
White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest . . . White phantom city, whose untrodden streets Are rivers, and whose pavements are the shifting Shadows of the palaces and strips of sky.
Like black hulks the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass.
God's voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering breezes.
That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.
Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!
They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best.
I cannot believe any man can be perfectly well in body, who has much labor of the mind to perform.
Shepherds at the grange, Where the Babe was born, Sang with many a change, Christmas carols until morn.
Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide.
Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden.
By unseen hands uplifted in the light Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad, And wafted up to heaven.
Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, a shadow on those features fair and thin. And softly, from the hushed and darkened room, two angels issued, where but one went in.
I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.
O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again.
Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.
