Grief Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

20 Grief quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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When Longfellow turned his pen toward sorrow, he gave us verses that feel both personal and timeless. These twenty pieces trace his gentle, measured voice as he wrestles with grief, offering comfort without sentimentality.

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Every man has his secret sorrows...

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Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

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Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.

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There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

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Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.

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Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.

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Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.

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

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Search man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

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The air is full of farewells to the dying. And mournings for the dead.

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A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are…

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“Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, / Is our destined end or way, / But to act, that each to-morrow / Find us farther than today.”

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“If thou art worn and hard beset, With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget; If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep…

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Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in…

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Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you…

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The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness,…

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All was ended now, the hope, and the fear and the sorrow, All the aching of the heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,…

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The little I have seen of the world teaches me to look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.…

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“ All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All…

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In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take…

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Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind,…

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