What did Henry Wadsworth Longfellow mean by: The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA Copy
+ A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Single, Wise, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Grace, Return, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Age, Time, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls, The burial-ground God’s-Acre. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Acres, Ancient, Phrases, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Book, Lovers, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness! Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Death, Grieving, Light, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Love, Sweet, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
+ Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Art, Business, Goodbye, 0 - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet · USA
Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we’re for the dark So soon, so soon. - Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica
The universe remains dark. We are animals struck by catastrophe. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
Love is the same as being lost,’ says Jacques to the dark. ‘Except you don’t care that you’re lost. - Jedediah Berry Author
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it’s over. It’s over. - Jeff Buckley Singer-songwriter
