Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWShips that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing.
More Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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The nearer the dawn the darker the night.
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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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It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
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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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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.
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Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
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Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
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Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person’s mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.
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The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.
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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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We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
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Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
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Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
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When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
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