Love Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love. -

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nothing that is can pause or stay.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

How like they are to human things!

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nothing with God can be accidental.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I love thee, as the good love heaven.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Many a poem is marred by a superfluous word.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Straight between them ran the pathway, Never grew the grass upon it”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The market-place, the eager love of gain, Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain!

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I do not love thee less for what is done, And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness Hath brought thee nearer to…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Love is the root of creation; God's essence; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O Music! language of the soul, Of love, of God to man; Bright beam from heaven thrilling, That lightens sorrow's weight.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others,…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sail forth into the sea of life, O gentle, loving, trusting wife, And safe from all adversity Upon the bosom of that…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Yes, Death brings us again to our friends. They are waiting for us, and we shall not long delay. They have gone…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

That was the first sound in the song of love! Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound. Hands of invisible…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say. In distant villages And solitudes remote, where winds have…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“ Endymion The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“The Children's Hour Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

None but yourself who are your greatest foe.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Into a world unknown,-the corner-stone of a nation!

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Even cities have their graves!

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Time is the life of the soul.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Softly the evening came /with the sunset/.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The soul...is audible, not visible.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow