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Come down here once, and use your eyes, and you will know more than we can teach you.
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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...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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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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the heaviest anguish often precedes a return tide of joy and courage.
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Everyone confesses in the abstract that exertion which brings out all the powers of body and mind is the best thing for us all but practically most people do all they can to get rid of it, and as a general rule nobody does much more than circumstances drive them to do.
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All places where women are excluded tend downward to barbarism but the moment she is introduced, there come in with her courtesy, cleanliness, sobriety, and order.
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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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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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The same quickness which makes a mind buoyant in gladness often makes it gentlest and most sympathetic in sorrow.
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O, because I have had only that kind of benevolence which consists in lying on a sofa, and cursing the church and clergy for not being martyrs and confessors. One can see, you know, very easily, how others ought to be martyrs.
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If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
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