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

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Beautiful Wake Up Woman
It is no merit in the sorrowful that they weep, or to the oppressed and smothering that they gasp and struggle, not to me, that I must speak for the oppressed – who cannot speak for themselves.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Advantage Oppression Sorrow Struggle Talk
Half the misery in the world comes of want of courage to speak and to hear the truth plainly and in a spirit of love.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Courage Love Misery Spirit Truth World
It is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Administration Beautiful Desire Impossible Slave
O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy?
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Cold Money Sympathy
Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Give Up Place Time
there is no independence and pertinacity of opinion like that of these seemingly soft, quiet creatures, whom it is so easy to silence, and so difficult to convince.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Convince Difficult Easy Independence Opinion Quiet Silence Soft
The obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Clever Friendship Reason Sanity
The Negro is an exotic of the most gorgeous and superb countries of the world, and he has deep in his heart a passion for all that is splendid, rich and fanciful.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Country Deep Exotic Fancy Passion Rich World
Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Action Education Right See
If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Cold Friendship Love Selfish True
I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people’s glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Home Live Onself People Stone
I never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Book Myself People Slave
Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Cry Eyes Sorrow
If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Fall In Love Husband Love Yourself
The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Blood Heart Silence Tears