Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest;Home-keeping hearts are happiest.”

“Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.”

“My soul is full of longingfor the secret of the sea,and the heart of the great oceansends a thrilling pulse through me.”

“When thou are not pleased, beloved,Then my heart is sad and darkened,As the shining river darkensWhen the clouds drop shadows on it!When thou smilest, my beloved,Then my troubled heart is brightened,As in sunshine gleam the ripplesThat the cold wind makes in rivers.”

“Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.Under the humble walls of the little catholic churchyard,In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed;Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy,Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors,Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey!”

“...Tis the center to which all gravitates. One finds no rest elswhere than here. There may be other cities that please us for a while, but Rome alone completely satisfies. It becomes to all a second native land by predilection, and not by accident of birth alone.”

“Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,But never will be sung to us again,Is they remembrance. Now the hour of restHath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.”

“Out of the shdows of nightThe world rolls into light.”

“Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.”

“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”

“The Rainy DayThe day is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,But at every gust the dead leaves fall,And the day is dark and dreary.My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,And the days are dark and dreary.Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall,Some days must be dark and dreary.”

“The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark”

“I heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old, familiar carols play,And wild and sweetThe words repeatOf peace on earth, good-will to men!”

“Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.”

“Art is long, and Time is fleeting.”

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

“Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.”

“Youth comes but once in a lifetime”

“Let us, then be up and doing,With a heart for any fate;Still achieving, still pursuing,Learn to labour and to wait.”

“There are things of which I may not speak;There are dreams that cannot die;There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,And bring a pallor into the cheek,And a mist before the eye.”

“The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.”

“We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.”

“Perserverence is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.”

“A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood. ”

“For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.”

“Tell me not in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem.Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,Was not spoken of the soul.”

“Buatlah keputusan, maka anda akan bebas.”

“Selain berlaku adil, marilah kita juga bersifat pemaaf.”

“Kita menilai diri kita sendiri dari segala sesuatu yang kita rasa mampu kita lakukan,Sedangkan orang lain menilai kita dari apa yang telah kita lakukan.”

“In character, in manner, in style, in all the things, the supreme excellence is simplicity”

“And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day,Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,and silently steal away.”

“...for it is the fate of a womanLong to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless,Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence.Hence is the inner life of so many suffering womenSunless and silent and deep, like subterranean riversRunnng through caverns of darkness...”

“Love gives itself; it is not bought.”

“The human voice is the organ of the soul.”

“Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.”

“Let us labor for an inward stillness--An inward stillness and an inward healing.That perfect silence where the lips and heartAre still, and we no longer entertainOur own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions,But God alone speaks to us and we waitIn singleness of heart that we may knowHis will, and in the silence of our spirits,That we may do His will and do that only”

“The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight,but they, while their companions slept,were toiling upward in the night.”

“I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors.There is so much aspiration in them,so much audacious hope and trembling fear,so much of the heart's history, that all errorsand shortcomings are for a while lost sight ofin the amiable self assertion of youth.”

“For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.”

“Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.”

“We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.”

“Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.”

“If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it;Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.”

“If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.”

“Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.”

“Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall”

“Ah! What would the world be to usIf the children were no more?We should dread the desert behind usWorse than the dark before.”

“Lives of great men all remind usWe can make our lives sublime,And, departing, leave behind usFootprints on the sands of time”

“As Unto the bow the the cord is ,So unto the man is woman;Though she bends him, she obeys him,Though she draws him , yet she follows:Useless each without the other.”

“Resolve, and thou art free.”