A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing. — © Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing.
I love him who loveth his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing.
He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear; the sweetest freedom is an honest heart.
We are slaves in the hands of nature - slaves to a bit of bread, slaves to praise, slaves to blame, slaves to wife, to husband, to child, slaves to everything.
They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Successful crime is dignified with the name of virtue; the good become the slaves of the wicked; might makes right; fear silences the power of the law.
We are slaves, all of us...Some are slaves to fear. Others are slaves to reason—or base desire. It is our lot to be slaves...and the question must be to what shall we owe our indenture? Will it be to truth or to falsehood, hope or despair, light or darkness? I choose to serve the light, even though that bondage often lies in darkness.
Whoever loveth me, loveth my hound.
Love is the virtue of the Heart, Sincerity is the virtue of the Mind, Decision is the virtue of the Will, Courage is the virtue of the Spirit.
It is not for him to pride himself who loveth his own country, but rather for him who loveth the whole world.
We are turning into a nation of whimpering slaves to Fear—fear of war, fear of poverty, fear of random terrorism, fear of getting down-sized or fired because of the plunging economy, fear of getting evicted for bad debts or suddenly getting locked up in a military detention camp on vague charges of being a Terrorist sympathizer.
Harde is his heart that loveth nought In May.
In doing one's work primarily for God, the fear of undue restriction is put, sooner or later, out of the question. He pays me and He pays me well. He pays me and He will not fail to pay me. He pays me not merely for the rule of thumb task, which is all that men recognize, but to everything else I bring to my job in the way of industry, good intentions and cheerfulness. If the Lord loveth a cheerful giver, as St. Paul says, we may depend upon it that He loveth a cheerful worker; and where we can cleave the way to His love there we find His endless generosity.
We're no longer slaves to fear. That doesn't mean we're emotionless now, or never face fear, it just means we don't have to obey it.
Real fearlessness is the product of tenderness. It comes from letting the world tickle your heart, your raw and beautiful heart. You are willing to open up, without resistance or shyness, and face the world. You are willing to share your heart with others.
Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.
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