Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sayings and Quotes

Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous old Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quotes, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sayings, and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow proverbs, collected over the years from a variety of sources.

Footprints, that perhaps another, Travelling o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The grave is but a covered bridge, leading from light to light, through a brief darkness. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
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
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
Authors must not, like Chinese soldiers, expect to win victories by turning somersets in the air. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Time has a doomsday book, upon whose pages he is continually recording illustrious names. But as often as a new name is written there, an old one disappears. Only a few stand in illuminated characters never to be effaced. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Even cities have their graves! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Be noble in every thought And in every deed! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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
How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The human voice is the organ of the soul. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The air of summer was sweeter than wine. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow