Gazing around, looking up at the lofty pinnacles above, which seemed to pierce the sky, looking down upon the world,-\-\it seemed the whole world, so limitless it stretched away at her feet,-\-\feeling that infinite unspeakable sense of nearness to Heaven,… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets! — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come? — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand. — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
When love is at its best, one loves So much that he cannot forget. — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have. — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
The new is older than the old; And newest friend is oldest friend in this: That, waiting him, we longest grieved to miss One… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
For April sobs while these are so glad April weeps while these are so gay,- Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
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… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells. — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
“But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride. — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
