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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Life, Happiness, Sad

There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sad, Sweet, Hate

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1859). “The Complete Poetical Works”, p.269

Every man has his secret sorrows.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sad, Depression, Being Happy

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Life, Sad, Depressing

Tales of aWayside Inn pt. 3 "The Theologian's Tale: Elizabeth" pt. 4 (1874)

The life of woman is full of woe, Toiling on and on and on, With breaking heart, and tearful eyes, The secret longings that arise, Which this world never satisfies! Some more, some less, but of the whole Not one quite happy, no, not one!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sad, Women, Heart

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.156

O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sad, Thinking Of You, Feet

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1864). “Tales of a Wayside Inn”, p.224