I wrote what I did because as a woman, as a mother, I was oppressed and broken-hearted with the sorrows and injustice… — 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
“Talk about keeping slaves, as if we did it for our convenience," said Marie. "I'm sure, if we consulted that, we might… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
the temperaments of children are often as oddly unsuited to parents as if capricious fairies had been filling cradles with changelings. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“Your Kentuckian of the present day is a good illustration of the doctrine of transmitted instincts and peculiarities. His fathers were mighty… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“My country again! Mr. Wilson, you have a country; but what country have I, or any one like me, born of slave… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
'Who was your mother?' 'Never had none!' said the child, with another grin. 'Never had any mother? What do you mean? Where… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
I no more thought of style or literary excellence than the mother who rushes into the street and cries for help to… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“It was a feeling which he had seen before in his mother; but no chord within vibrated to it.” — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“I believe I'm done for," said Tom. "The cussed sneaking dog, to leave me to die alone! My poor old mother always… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
We should remember in our dealings with animals that they are a sacred trust to us from our Heavenly Father. They are… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“The benevolent gentleman is sorry; but, then, the thing happens every day! One sees girls and mothers crying at these sales, always!… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“My country again! Mr. Wilson, you have a country; but what country have I, or any one like me, born of slave… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
the Lord gives good many things twice over; but he don't give ye a mother but once. — 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
