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So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Myself Privacy Room Writing
It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Administration Beautiful Desire Impossible Slave
So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Beautiful Old Wake Up Woman Young
He who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Afford Himself Lose Risk
Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Breathe Bright Death End Heart Broken Life Novel Reality Story
When you get into a tight place, and everything goes against you till it seems as if you couldn’t hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that ‘s just the place and time that the tide’ll turn.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Give Up Hold Place Time Yourself
Money is a great help everywhere; – can’t have too much, if you get it honestly.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Greatness Help Honesty Money
If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
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Cold Friendship Love Selfish True
There are in this world two kinds of natures, – those that have wings, and those that have feet, – the winged and the walking spirits. The walking are the logicians; the winged are the instinctive and poetic.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Kind Logic Nature Poetry Walk Wings World
Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.
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Beautiful Love Sadness
Friendships are discovered rather than made.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Bond Build Discover Friendship
If you destroy delicacy and a sense of shame in a young girl, you deprave her very fast.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Delicate Destroy Fast Girl Shame Woman Young
The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Blood Heart Silence Tears
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life’s undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Affection Home Place Room Strong
It lies around us like a cloud- A world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Close Cloud Lying See Sweet
So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Feeling Opinion Word