Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

It was the Magic Hour, the moment in time when every leaf and blade of grass seemed to separate, when sunlight, burnished by the rain and softened by the coming night, gave the world an impossibly beautiful glow.

There's no night without stars.

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.

The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

There were so many miracles at work: that a blossom might become a peach, that a bee could make honey in its thorax, that rain might someday fall. I thought then about the seasons changing, and in the gray of night I could almost will myself to see the azure sky, the gold of the maple leaves, the crimson of the ripe apples, the hoarfrost on the grass.

When I look out on such a night as this, I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.

Beautiful, see the cloud, the cloud appear. Beautiful, see the rain, the rain draw near.

Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

Moonlight is sculpture.

I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen.

Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.

People who put my paintings on their walls are putting their values on their walls: faith, family, home, a simpler way of living, the beauty of nature, quiet, tranquillity, peace, joy, hope. They beckon you into this world that provides an alternative to your nightly news broadcast.

I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace.

The lions taught me photography. They taught me patience and the sense of beauty, a beauty that penetrates you.

Second only to the sea, the Miami sky has been the greatest comfort in my life past 50. On a good day, when the wind blows from the south, the light here is diffuse and forgiving.

Everyone can identify with a fragrant garden, with beauty of sunset, with the quiet of nature, with a warm and cozy cottage.

Sunsets are my escape into the reality I want to continuously live.

There's always a rainbow at the end of every rain.

I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

Now are the woods all black, But still the sky is blue.

We were made to enjoy music, to enjoy beautiful sunsets, to enjoy looking at the billows of the sea and to be thrilled with a rose that is bedecked with dew.