There are griefs which grow with years.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWEPraise is sunshine; it warms, it inspires, it promotes growth; blame and rebuke are rain and hail; they beat down and bedraggle, even though they may at times be necessary.
More Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes
-
-
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 -
The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
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 -
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 -
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 -
There is more done with pens than with swords.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
It is one mark of a superior mind to understand and be influenced by the superiority of others.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
He who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
I feel now that the time is come when even a woman or a child who can speak a word for freedom and humanity is bound to speak. I hope every woman who can write will not be silent.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
The literature of a people must so ring from the sense of its nationality; and nationality is impossible without self-respect, and self-respect is impossible without liberty.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
There are two classes of human beings in this world: one class seem made to give love, and the other to take it.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
O, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born; as if to say to insensate man, “Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE -
The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE