Alfred, Lord Tennyson Quotes
Most popular Alfred, Lord Tennyson Quotes
Love is the only gold.
Behold, we know not anything.
I do but sing because I must.
Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
Virtue must shape itself in deed.
Knowledge comes but wisdom lingers.
I am a part of all that I have met.
I am the part of all that I have met.
The mighty hopes that makes us human.
As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear.
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
The shell must break before the bird can fly.
Courtesy wins woman all as well as valor may.
The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
He that wrongs his friend wrongs himself more.
The greater the man, the greater the courtesy.
As the greatest are, in their simplicity sublime.
For humans are humans and masters of their own fate.
Marriages are made in Heaven, but worked out on earth.
He has plenty of music in him, but he cannot get it out.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
Never morning wore to evening, but some heart did break.
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
When we fall out with those we love and kiss again with tears.
I hope to see my Pilot face to face. When I have crost the bar.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.
For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.
Men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal nature and of noble mind.
They had no good cigars there, my lord; and I left the place in disgust.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
We are but as the instrument of Heaven. Our work is not design, but destiny.
Sleep, Death's twin-brother, knows not Death, Nor can I dream of thee as dead.
Because right is right, to follow right where wisdom is the scorn of consequence.
Man is the hunter; woman is his game: The sleek and shining creatures of the chase.
Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering, "It will be happier."
Hope smiles on the threshold of the year to come, whispering that it will be happier.
[There's] no rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control: these three alone lead life to sovereign power.
How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
What was once to me mere matter of the fancy, now has grown to be the necessity of heart and life.
Theirs not to make reply,. Theirs not to reason why,. Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death.
But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie Howling in the outer darkness.
All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and forever when I move.
A lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright; But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.
Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ambition Is like the sea wave, which the more you drink The more you thirst—yea—drink too much, as men Have done on rafts of wreck—it drives you mad.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power.