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Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes





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As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.
 

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?
 

But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.
 

But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
 

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
 

Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
[Love]
 

I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.
 

If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful.
 

Love has a tide!
 

Men call fretting a minor fault - a foible and not a vice. - But there is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace and happiness of a home.
 

Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
 

No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, love.
[The Past]
 

Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures; such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have.
[Friendship]
 

O month when they who love must love and wed.
 

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
 

On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead.
 

The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
 

There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families.
 

There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.
[Self Confidence]
 

We sail, at sunrise, daily, "outward bound."
[Mornings]
 


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