Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence.

Feelings are like a color chart that God has given us.

I have all the emotions that everyone has; it just appears that I don't.

The kinds of things that poetry can offer are timeless - mainly the kind of compression it offers of powerful language, powerful feelings and images, and, you know, the inner experience becoming outer.

I want to explore the range of emotions it is possible to feel.

I want to get to the point where people say of my work, that man feels deeply.

I just want to feel as much as I can, it's what soul is all about.

Music gets us in touch with our emotions in a way that's more intimate than any other art form.

The music was more than music - at least what we are used to hearing. The music was feeling itself. The sound connected instantly with something deep and joyous.

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

only that which is deeply felt can change us. Rational arguments alone cannot penetrate the layers of fear and conditioning that comprise our crippling belief system.

How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?

What use having a great depth of field, if there is not an adequate depth of feeling?

Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied soul of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech.

There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.

What makes us human is not our mind but our heart, not our ability to think but our ability to love.

You cannot depict love inside a frame of fact. It needs a mist to dissolve in.

One can never ask anyone to change a feeling.

Life without emotions is like an engine without fuel.

There are no personal revelations other than feelings arising from the work itself

Deep thinking is attainable only by a man of deep feeling, and all truth is a species of revelation

Loneliness doesn’t exist on any single plane of consciousness. It’s generally a low throb, barely audible, like the hum of a Mercedes engine in park, but every so often the demands of the highway call for a burst of acceleration, and the hum becomes a thunderous, elemental roar, and once again you’re reminded of what this baby’s carrying under the hood.

When you are in love, things make even more sense, he thought.

This was the reason there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that didn't have words big enough to describe them.

Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.