Talk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWGive what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.
More Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
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Music is the universal language of mankind.
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If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
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The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.
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Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.
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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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The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
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Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
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Love gives itself; it is not bought.
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Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.
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Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
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Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
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Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine.
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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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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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That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
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