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Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
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To fill up Liberia with an ignorant, inexperienced, half-barbarized race, just escaped from the chains of slavery, would be only to prolong, for ages, the period of struggle and conflict which attends the inception of new enterprises.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
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Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.
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Between the mysteries of death and lifeThou standest, loving, guiding,- not explaining;We ask, and Thou art silent,- yet we gaze,And our charmed hearts forget their drear complaining;No crushing fate, no stony destiny!Thou Lamb that hast been slain, we rest in Thee.
Harriet Beecher Stowe -
The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
Harriet Beecher Stowe -
Friendships are discovered rather than made.
Harriet Beecher Stowe -
Where painting is weakest, namely, in the expression of the highest moral and spiritual ideas, there music is sublimely strong.
Harriet Beecher Stowe -
Sublime is the dominion of the mind over the body, that, for a time, can make flesh and nerve impregnable, and string the sinews like steel, so that the weak become so mighty.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
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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 -
The burning of rebellious thoughts in the little breast, of internal hatred and opposition, could not long go on without slight whiffs of external smoke, such as mark the course of subterranean fire.
Harriet Beecher Stowe -
Everyone confesses that exertion which brings out all the powers of body and mind is the best thing for us; but most people do all they can to get rid of it, and as a general rule nobody does much more than circumstances drive them to do.
Harriet Beecher Stowe -
When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean And billows wild contend with angry roar,'T is said, far down beneath the wild commotion That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth And silver waves chime ever peacefully,And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flyeth Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.
Harriet Beecher Stowe -
By what strange law of mind is it that an idea long overlooked, and trodden under foot as a useless stone, suddenly sparkles out in new light, as a discovered diamond?
Harriet Beecher Stowe -
The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
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Well, good-by, Uncle Tom; keep a stiff upper lip.
Harriet Beecher Stowe -
Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight,Dawns the sweet consciousness, - I am with Thee.
Harriet Beecher Stowe -
Whatever offices of life are performed by women of culture and refinement are thenceforth elevated; they cease to be mere servile toils, and become expressions of the ideas of superior beings.
Harriet Beecher Stowe -
I am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred - that of keeping their own nobleness, goodness, pure and incorrupt.... 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 -
Let my soul calm itself, O Christ, in Thee. This is true
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Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room, from which we go forth to more careful and guarded intercourse, leaving behind us much debris of cast-off and everyday clothing.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
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A little reflection will enable any person to detect in himself that setness in trifles which is the result of the unwatched instinct of self-will and to establish over himself a jealous guardianship.
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That ignorant confidence in one's self and one's future, which comes in life's first dawn, has a sort of mournful charm in experienced eyes, who know how much it all amounts to.
Harriet Beecher Stowe