...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
God washes the eyes by tears unil they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
I long to put the experience of fifty years at once into your young lives, to give you at once the key… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and for deeds left undone. — 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
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
