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The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Close Morning Night Way
It isn’t mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Experience Goodness Knowledge Love Need Sick
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
Fanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Government Imagination Judgment
The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Deep Future Past Present Wisdom
Witness, eternal God! Oh, witness that, from this hour, I will do what one man can to drive out this curse of slavery from my land!
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Drive Forever Land Man Myself Slave
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Action Bitter Grave Tears
Let us resolve: First, to attain the grace of silence; second, to deem all fault finding that does no good a sin; third, to practice the grade and virtue of praise.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Goodness Grace Grade Praise Silence Sin Virtue
Dogs can bear more cold than human beings, but they do not like cold any better than we do; and when a dog has his choice, he will very gladly stretch himself on a rug before the fire for his afternoon nap.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Better Choice Cold Dog Happiness Human Sleep
Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness, in the dust of daily life, has blossomed into immortal flowers under the eye of the Lord.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Eyes Flower Humble Immortal Soul Weakness
I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

God Myself Writing
The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

End Friendship Kindness Truth
Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Help Prayer Soul Sweet Thinking
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
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
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