It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
After all, let a man take what pains he may to hush it down, a human soul is an awful, ghostly, unquiet… — 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
Can anybody tell what sorrows are locked up with our best affections, or what pain may be associated with every pleasure? — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Once in an age God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false-imagining, an unreal character,… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
What is it that sometimes speaks in the soul so calmly, so clearly, that its earthly time is short? Is it the… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Praise is sunshine; it warms, it inspires, it promotes growth; blame and rebuke are rain and hail; they beat down and bedraggle,… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Once in an age, God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us... not the person that we are,… — 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
