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God washes the eyes by tears unil they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more.
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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'Who was your mother?' 'Never had none!' said the child, with another grin. 'Never had any mother? What do you mean? Where were you born?' 'Never was born!' 'Do you know who made you?' 'Nobody, as I knows on,' said the child, with a short laugh. . . . 'I 'spect I grow'd.'
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I am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred - that of keeping their own nobleness, goodness, pure and incorrupt. If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
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Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.
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Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!
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Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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Of course, in a novel, people's hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.
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A man builds a house in England with the expectation of living in it and leaving it to his children we shed our houses in America as easily as a snail does his shell.
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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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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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People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it.
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he who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.
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The longest day must have its close — the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning. An eternal, inexorable lapse of moments is ever hurrying the day of the evil to an eternal night, and the night of the just to an eternal day.
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Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
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What makes saintliness in my view, as distinguished from ordinary goodness, is a certain quality of magnanimity and greatness of soul that brings life within the circle of the heroic.
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Rome is an astonishment!
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No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man. Life and death to him are haunted grounds, filled with goblin forms of vague and shadowy dread.
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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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One would like to be grand and heroic, if one could but if not, why try at all? One wants to be very something, very great, very heroic or if not that, then at least very stylish and very fashionable. It is this everlasting mediocrity that bores me.
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Half the misery in the world comes of want of courage to speak and to hear the truth plainly and in a spirit of love.
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That ignorant confidence in one's self and one's future, which comes in life's first dawn, has a sort of mournful charm in experienced eyes, who know how much it all amounts to.
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