Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWMost people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
More Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.
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The human voice is the organ of the soul.
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The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
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Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
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The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.
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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.
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It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
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There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret,
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Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
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He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
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A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
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When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
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Into each life some rain must fall.
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I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
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