“Any mind that is capable of a real sorrow is capable of good.” — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
The same quickness which makes a mind buoyant in gladness often makes it gentlest and most sympathetic in sorrow. — 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
There are in this world blessed souls, whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others; whose earthly hopes, laid in the… — 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… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Mountains are nature's testimonials of anguish. They are the sharp cry of a groaning and travailing creation. Nature's stern agony writes itself… — 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
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
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
