Frases de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

página 4

“Todos são arquitetos do destino, vivendo nestas paredes de tempo, então não se lamente pelo passado. Ele não voltará de novo.”

“Neste mundo não há nada mais doce que o amor.”

“Nós julgamo-nos pelo que nos propomos a fazer, os outros julgam-nos por aquilo que fazemos.”

“Metade do mundo tem de suar e gemer, para que a outra possa sonhar.”

“O hoje e o ontem são as pedras com que construímos.”

“Em cada vida alguma chuva deve cair, e alguns dias devem ser escuros e sombrios.”

“As vidas dos grandes homens nos lembram que podemos fazer nossa vida sublime, e deixando atrás de nós, pegadas nas areias do tempo.”

“Faz-me bem apanhar vez ou outra a chuva da vida.”

“Se pudéssemos ler a história secreta dos nossos inimigos, encontraríamos mágoa e sofrimento suficiente nas suas vidas para desarmar toda a hostilidade.”

“Nada no mundo é mais doce que o amor,
e depois dele é o ódio a coisa mais doce.”

“O ciúme tem as suas raízes, mais no egoísmo do que no amor.”

“No caráter, na conduta, no estilo, em todas as coisas, a simplicidade é a suprema virtude.”

“O nosso destino não é gozar, nem sofrer, mas sim atuar, a fim de que cada manhã nos venha encontrar mais adiante.”

“O bom humor é um dos melhores artigos de vestuário que se deve usar em sociedade.--Julgamos a nós mesmos pelo que nos sentimos capazes de fazer, enquanto os outros nos julgam pelo que já fizemos”

“Vamos, então levantar e agir com entusiasmo para qualquer resultado; ainda realizando, ainda perseguindo, aprender a labutar e a esperar.”

“Em carácter, em comportamento e em todas as coisas, a suprema excelência está na simplicidade.”

“Pó és e pó voltarás a ser não foram palavras ditas à alma.”

“A maior parte das pessoas seriam bem sucedidas em coisas pequenas se não estivessem tão preocupadas com grandes ambições.”

“Nem sempre juntas andam cortesia e inteligência.”

“O que de melhor existe nos grandes poetas de todos os países não é o nacionalismo e sim o universalismo.”

“Muitos triunfariam em coisas modestas, se não estivessem obcecados por grandes ilusões.”

“Se quer acertar no alvo, tem de apontar um pouco acima; toda a seta em voo sente a atracção da Terra.”

“As pessoas apenas exigem liberdade quando não têm nenhum poder.”

“A melhor coisa a fazer quando chove é deixar chover.”

“A força da crítica está na fraqueza da coisa criticada.”

“Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate,
Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours
Weeping upon his bed has sate,
He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.”

“Hermes:
Much must he toil who serves the Immortal Gods.”

“The air is full of farewells to the dying,
And mournings for the dead.”

“She floats upon the river of his thoughts.”

“It is the fate of a woman
Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless,
Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence.”

“The scholar and the world! The endless strife,
The discord in the harmonies of life!
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books;
The market-place, the eager love of gain,
Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain!”

“Footprints, that perhaps another,
Travelling o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.”

“If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me,
Why does he not come himself, and take the trouble to woo me?
If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!”

“Three Silences there are: the first of speech,
The second of desire, the third of thought;
This is the lore a Spanish monk, distraught
With dreams and visions, was the first to teach.”

“There is no Death! What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death.”

“Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start.”

“Stronger than steel is the sword of the Spirit;
Swifter than arrows, the light of the truth;
Greater than anger is love that subdueth.”

“No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,
But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.”

“And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.”

“Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.”

“Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, act in the living present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!”

“Were half the power that fills the world with terror,
Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts,
Given to redeem the human mind from error,
There were no need of arsenals and forts.”

“Nothing useless is, or low;
Each thing in its place is best;
And what seems but idle show
Strengthens and supports the rest.”

“The surest pledge of a deathless name
Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.”

“This is the place. Stand still, my steed,—
Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy past
The forms that once have been.”

“I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where.”

“Moons waxed and waned, the lilacs bloomed and died,
In the broad river ebbed and flowed the tide,
Ships went to sea, and ships came home from sea,
And the slow years sailed by and ceased to be.”

“Look, then, into thine heart, and write!”

“The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, — the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.”

“Let him not boast who puts his armor on
As he who puts it off, the battle done.
Study yourselves; and most of all note well
Wherein kind Nature meant you to excel.
Not every blossom ripens into fruit.”

“What land is this? Yon pretty town
Is Delft, with all its wares displayed:
The pride, the market-place, the crown
And centre of the Potter's trade.”

“In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
For the gods see everywhere.”

“When we reflect that all the aspects of Nature, all the emotions of the soul, and all the events of life, have been the subjects of poetry for hundreds and thousands of years, we can hardly wonder that there should be so many resemblances and coincidences of expression among poets, but rather that they are not more numerous and more striking.”

“Into a world unknown,—the corner-stone of a nation.”