Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes and Sayings - Page 1
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“When Time is spent, Eternity begins.”
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“When love is at its best, one loves So much that he cannot forget.”
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“Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.”
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“But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.”
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“There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.”
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“One of Dr. Johnson's ingredients of happiness was, "A little less time than you want." That means always to have so many things you want to see, to have, and to do, that no day is quite long enough for all you think you would like to get done before you go to bed.”
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“Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?”
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“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.”
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“The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.”
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“I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.”
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“Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second.”
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“There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families”
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“No days such honored days as these! While yet Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide For some fair thing which should forever bide On earth, her beauteous memory to set In fitting frame that no age could forget, Her name in lovely April's name did hide, And leave it there, eternally allied To all the fairest flowers Spring did beget.”
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“The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.”
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“O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.”
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“Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.”
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“I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.”
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“Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one's self ...”
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“O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!”
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“Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last.”
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“The new is older than the old; And newest friend is oldest friend in this: That, waiting him, we longest grieved to miss One thing we sought.”
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“That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.”
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“Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures; such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have.”
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“Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.”
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“Who waits until the wind shall silent keep Will never find the ready hour to sow.”
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“Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?”
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“The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.”
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“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 be thankful the rest of my life.”
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“Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.”
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