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Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
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Harriet Beecher Stowe
Age: 85 †
Born: 1811
Born: June 14
Died: 1896
Died: July 1
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Litchfield (town)
Connecticut
Christopher Crowfield
Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Enrieta Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Harriet Elizabeth Beecher
Harriet Elisabeth Beecher Stowe
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It has always been a favorite idea of mine, that there is so much of the human in every man, that the life of any one individual, however obscure, if really and vividly perceived in all its aspirations, struggles, failures, and successes, would command the interest of all others.
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People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it.
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There are in this world blessed souls, whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others whose earthly hopes, laid in the grave with many tears, are the seed from which spring healing flowers and balm for the desolate and the distressed.
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A woman's health is her capital.
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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.
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there is no independence and pertinacity of opinion like that of these seemingly soft, quiet creatures, whom it is so easy to silence, and so difficult to convince.
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Self respect is impossible without liberty.
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After all, let a man take what pains he may to hush it down, a human soul is an awful, ghostly, unquiet possession for a bad man to have. Who knows the metes and bounds of it? Who knows all its awful perhapses,--those shudderings and tremblings, which it can no more live down than it can outlive its own eternity?
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The world has been busy for some centuries in shutting and locking every door through which a woman could step into wealth, except the door of marriage.
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O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!
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God washes the eyes by tears unil they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more.
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I make no manner of doubt that you threw a very diamond of truth at me, though you see it hit me so directly in the face that it wasn't exactly appreciated, at first.
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True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life and homely services rendered for love's sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.
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In the old times, women did not get their lives written, though I don't doubt many of them were much better worth writing than the men's.
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Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.
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In all ranks of life the human heart yearns for the beautiful and the beautiful things that God makes are his gift to all alike.
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One of the greatest reforms that could be, in these reforming days ... would be to have women architects. The mischief with the houses built to rent is that they are all male contrivances.
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I long to put the experience of fifty years at once into your young lives, to give you at once the key of that treasure chamber every gem of which has cost me tears and struggles and prayers, but you must work for these inward treasures yourself.
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When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth And silver waves chime ever peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flyeth Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.
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