Henry Wadsworth Longfellow cytaty

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„Statki, które mijają się nocą,
w przelocie do siebie coś mówią.
Daleki znak, syreny zew,
co znów w ciemnościach się gubią.
Tak i my w życiu oceanie
mówimy, a ktoś nas słyszy,
Spojrzenie tylko, tylko głos,
tylko znak – potem znów ciemność i cisza.”

„Miłość chroni przed zimnem lepiej niż najcieplejszy płaszcz.”

„Życie jest jak francuski wierszyk; ma kształt doskonały tylko wtedy, gdy męskie rymy przeplata z żeńskimi.”

„Wlej czarodziejstwo głosu kobiety.”

„Muzyka jest uniwersalnym językiem rodzaju ludzkiego.”

„W końcu kiedy pada deszcz, najlepsze, co można zrobić, to nie robić nic – niech sobie pada.”

„Duma mniej wartą od dzieła!”

„Nie ma nic świętszego w tym naszym życiu niż pierwsze dotknięcie miłości, pierwszy trzepot jej jedwabnych skrzydeł.”

„Wiele utworów niszczy zbyteczna ilość linijek.”

„O, jakie to wspaniałe uczucie trzymać dłoń starego przyjaciela!”

„Bohaterem bądź w walk noc.”

„Rzeczą wzniosłą jest przyjmować cierpienie z odwagą.”

„Życie prawdą!”

„Miłość w każdym sercu kobiecym pragnie mieć wszystko, a nie cząstkę; to, według planu Natury, jest dla niej ważniejsze niż ambicja dla mężczyzny, to jej światło, jej życie, jej powietrze, których alternatywą jest tylko śmierć.”

„Wy, co wierzycie w miłość, cierpiącą z nadzieją i wiarą,
Wy, co wierzycie w piękność i moc poświęcenia kobiety.”

„Oceniamy się zwykle na podstawie tego, czego chcielibyśmy dokonać, ale inni oceniają nas zgodnie z tym, czego naprawdę dokonaliśmy.”

„Ten, kto szanuje samego siebie, nie obawia się innych, nosi kolczugę, której nikt nie może przebić.”

“The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.”

“A Lady with a Lamp shall stand
In the great history of the land,
A noble type of good,
Heroic womanhood.”

“He that respects himself is safe from others; he wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.”

“Authors have a greater right than any copyright, though it is generally unacknowledged or disregarded. They have a right to the reader's civility. There are favorable hours for reading a book, as for writing it, and to these the author has a claim. Yet many people think that when they buy a book they buy with it the right to abuse the author.”

“Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.”

“His form was ponderous, and his step was slow;
There never was so wise a man before;
He seemed the incarnate "Well, I told you so!"”

“Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung or said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.”

“I know a maiden fair to see,
Take care!
She can both false and friendly be,
Beware! Beware!
Trust her not,
She is fooling thee.”

“The hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.”

“Chorus of the Eumenides: …
Never by lapse of time
The soul defaced by crime
Into its former self returns again;
For every guilty deed
Holds in itself the seed
Of retribution and undying pain.

Never shall be the loss
Restored, till Helios
Hath purified them with his heavenly fires;
Then what was lost is won,
And the new life begun,
Kindled with nobler passions and desires.”

“It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
To bear him company.”

“Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number.”

“For Time will teach thee soon the truth,
There are no birds in last year's nest!”

“Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.”

“By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
At the doorway of his wigwam,
In the pleasant Summer morning,
Hiawatha stood and waited.”

“A town that boasts inhabitants like me
Can have no lack of good society.”

“The star of the unconquered will.”

“O father! I see a gleaming light.
Oh say, what may it be?”

“Ah! this beautiful world!”

“Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"”

“The warriors that fought for their country, and bled,
Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed;
No stone tells the place where their ashes repose,
Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes.

They died in their glory, surrounded by fame,
And Victory's loud trump their death did proclaim;
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast,
And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.”