Care and labor are as much correlated to human existence as shadow is to light. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, never give up then, for that is just the time… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
To be really great in little things, to be truly noble and heroic in the insipid details of everyday life, is a… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“Never say there isn’t enough time for a thing that ought to be done. If a thing is necessary, why, life is… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Love needs new leaves every summer of life, as much as your elm-tree, and new branches to grow broader and wider, and… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love's sake have in them a poetry… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man. Life and death to him are haunted grounds, filled with goblin forms… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
One part of the science of living is to learn just what our own responsibility is, and to let other people's alone. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness, in the dust of daily life,… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserved; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
The ship, built on one element, but designed to have its life in another, seemed an image of the soul, formed and… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“The underlying foundation of life in New England was one of profound, unutterable, and therefore unuttered, melancholy, which regarded human existence itself… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Of course, in a novel, people's hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
It has always been a favorite idea of mine, that there is so much of the human in every man, that the… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“But, of old, there was One whose suffering changed an instrument of torture, degradation and shame, into a symbol of glory, honor,… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
It would be an incalculable gain to domestic happiness, if people would begin the concert of life with their instruments tuned to… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“Have not many of us, in the weary way of life, felt, in some hours, how far easier it were to die… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
So long as the law considers all these human beings, with beating hearts and living affections, only as so many things belonging… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“Sobs, heavy, hoarse and loud, shook the chairs, and great tears fell through his fingers on the floor - just such tears,… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“In how many families do you hear the legend that all the goodness and graces of the living are nothing to the… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“If ever you have had a romantic, uncalculating friendship, - a boundless worship and belief in some hero of your soul, -… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
There is a great life-giving, warming power called Love, which exists in human hearts dumb and unseen, but which has no real… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
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… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Whatever offices of life are performed by women of culture and refinement are thenceforth elevated; they cease to be mere servile toils,… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
What makes saintliness in my view, as distinguished from ordinary goodness, is a certain quality of magnanimity and greatness of soul that… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
the delicacy that respects a friend's silence is one of the charms of life. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
In all ranks of life the human heart yearns for the beautiful; and the beautiful things that God makes are his gift… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“But it is often those who have least of all in this life whom He chooseth for the kingdom. Put thy trust… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
So we go, so little knowing what we touch and what touches us as we talk! We drop out a common piece… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
A cook she certainly was, in the very bone and centre of her soul. Not a…turkey…in the barn-yard but looked grave when… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
A man builds a house in England with the expectation of living in it and leaving it to his children; while we… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
The human heart yearns for the beautiful in all ranks of life. The beautiful things that God makes are His gift to… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
I wrote what I did because as a woman, as a mother, I was oppressed and broken-hearted with the sorrows and injustice I saw,… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Love needs new leaves every summer of life, as much as your elm-tree, and new branches to grow broader and wider, and new flowers… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
God has always been to me not so much like a father as like a dear and tender mother. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserved; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room, from… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
I am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred - that of keeping their own nobleness,… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
No ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
