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John Greenleaf Whittier Quotes

Poet
Born On
1807-12-17
Died On
1892-09-07
Birth Place
Haverhill, Massachusetts, United States
Death Place
Hampton Falls, New Hampshire, United States
Birth Sign
sagittarius
Father
John
Mother
Abigail
Nationality
American
Education
Haverhill Academy
Writers, Poets

For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'it might have been'.

John Greenleaf Whittier

You don't always win your battles, but it's good to know you fought.

John Greenleaf Whittier

One brave deed makes no hero.

John Greenleaf Whittier

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

John Greenleaf Whittier

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

John Greenleaf Whittier

The smile of God is victory.

John Greenleaf Whittier

It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.

John Greenleaf Whittier

The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.

John Greenleaf Whittier

Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.

John Greenleaf Whittier

We meet today To thank Thee for the era done, And Thee for the opening one

John Greenleaf Whittier

As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.

John Greenleaf Whittier

Ah! on Thanksgiving day.... When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?

John Greenleaf Whittier

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.

John Greenleaf Whittier

Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty; Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty.

John Greenleaf Whittier

Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.

John Greenleaf Whittier

From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.

John Greenleaf Whittier

The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun.

John Greenleaf Whittier

No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear, But grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.

John Greenleaf Whittier

A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!

John Greenleaf Whittier

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

John Greenleaf Whittier

The continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon it carries the same waters which it gathered under ours, and its unseen valleys are made glad by the offerings which are borne down to them from the past,--flowers, perchance, the germs of which its own waves had planted on the banks of Time.

John Greenleaf Whittier

Nothing before, nothing behind; The steps of faith Fall on the seeming void, and find The Rock beneath.

John Greenleaf Whittier

Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant ...

John Greenleaf Whittier

No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.

John Greenleaf Whittier

At what point does a man turn into a monster? I don't believe that it's when he does horrible things, but when he accepts that he's able to do them, and that he does them well.

John Greenleaf Whittier

And sweet and far as from a star, replied a voice which shall not cease, till drowning all the noise of war, it sings the blessed song of peace

John Greenleaf Whittier

So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below,— A universe of sky and snow!

John Greenleaf Whittier

The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

John Greenleaf Whittier

The joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you

John Greenleaf Whittier