Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWOnly 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.
More Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
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Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
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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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Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
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If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.
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Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
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Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.
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Music is the universal language of mankind.
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Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.
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A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
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Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
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The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.
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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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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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When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
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