Top 100 Harriet Beecher Quotes
#1. Harriet Beecher Stowe thought Uncle Tom's Cabin was written through her by Another Hand, so little did she know what was going to happen from moment to moment in the book. She herself was amazed at what she was writing.
Sophy Burnham
#2. Harriet Beecher Stowe was thirty-nine when she began Uncle Tom's Cabin. She had given birth to seven children and seen one die. She wrote her book to be serialized in an abolitionist newspaper. Much of it she composed on the kitchen table in between the cooking, mending, tending to her house.
Sophy Burnham
#3. Every individual," wrote another enormously perceptive portrayer of ordinary life, Harriet Beecher Stowe, "is part and parcel of a great picture of the society in which he lives and acts, and his life cannot be painted without reproducing the picture of the world he lived in.
Jack Larkin
#5. There's a way you political folks have of coming round and round a plain right thing
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#6. 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.
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#8. 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!
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#10. True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love's sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.
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#13. Could I ever have loved you, had I not known you better than you know yourself?
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#15. 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.
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#16. Marie was one of those unfortunately constituted mortals, in whose eyes whatever is lost and gone assumes a value which it never had in possession.
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#18. One part of the science of living is to learn just what our own responsibility is, and to let other people's alone.
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#19. Let - not - your - heart - be - troubled. In - my - Father's - house - are - many - mansions. I - go - to - prepare - a - place - for - you." Cicero,
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#20. In the gates of eternity, the black hand and the white hold each other with an equal clasp.
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#22. 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.
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#23. It was a feeling which he had seen before in his mother; but no chord within vibrated to it.
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#24. The power of fictitious writing, for good as well as for evil, is a thing which ought most seriously to be reflected upon.
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#26. Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
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#27. Look at the high and the low, all the world over, and it's the same story, - the lower class used up, body, soul and spirit, for the good of the upper.
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#29. Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
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#31. George was, in truth, one of the sort who evidently have made some mistake in coming into this world at all, as their internal furniture is in no way suited to its general courses and currents.
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#32. Where painting is weakest, namely, in the expression of the highest moral and spiritual ideas, there music is sublimely strong.
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#33. The temperaments of children are often as oddly unsuited to parents as if capricious fairies had been filling cradles with changelings.
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#34. When a heavy weight presses the soul to the lowest level at which endurance is possible, there is an instant and desperate effort of every physical and moral nerve to throw off the weight; and hence the heaviest anguish often precedes a return tide of joy and courage.
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#36. Tom read, - "Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
"Them's good words, enough," said the woman; "who says 'em?"
"The Lord," said Tom.
"I jest wish I know'd whar to find Him," said the woman.
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#37. 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.
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#38. We should remember in our dealings with animals that they are a sacred trust to us from our Heavenly Father. They are dumb and cannot speak for themselves.
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#39. We ought to be free to meet and mingle,
to rise by our individual worth, without any consideration of caste or color; and they who deny us this right are false to their own professed principals of human equality.
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#40. The Lord gives a good many things twice over, but he don't give ye a mother but once. Ye'll never see such another woman, Mas'r George - not if ye live to be a hundred years old. So, now, you hold on to her, and grow up, and be a comfort to her.
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#41. Mrs. Bird, seeing the defenseless condition of the enemy's territory, had no more conscience than to push her advantage.
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#42. Intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death.
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#44. And, perhaps, among us may be found generous spirits, who do not estimate honour and justice by dollars and cents.
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#45. Perhaps the mildest form of the system of slavery is to be seen in the State of Kentucky.
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#46. He had never thought that a fugitive might be a hapless mother, a defenceless child, - like
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#48. Well," said Miss Ophelia, "do you think slavery right or wrong?"
"I'm not going to have any of your horrid New England directness, cousin," said St. Clare, gayly.
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#49. Just so sure as one puts on any old rag, and thinks nobody will come, company is sure to call.
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#51. But it is often those who have least of all in this life whom He chooseth for the kingdom. Put thy trust in Him and no matter what befalls thee here, He will make all right hereafter.
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#52. It isn't mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience.
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#53. Once in an age God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false-imagining, an unreal character, but looking through the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our nature,
loves, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be.
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#54. Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.
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#55. Cathedrals do not seem to me to have been built. They seem, rather, stupendous growths of nature, like crystals, or cliffs of basalt.
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#58. 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.
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#59. The Lord gives good many things twice over; but he don't give ye a mother but once.
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#60. I wrote what I did because as a woman, as a mother, I was oppressed and broken-hearted with the sorrows and injustice I saw, because as a Christian I felt the dishonor to Christianity - because as a lover of my county, I trembled at the coming day of wrath.
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#61. When all things go wrong to us, we must believe that God is doing the very best.
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#65. The hand of benevolence is everywhere stretched out, searching into abuses, righting wrongs, alleviating distresses, and bringing to the knowledge and sympathies of the world the lowly, the oppressed, and the forgotten.
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#66. The soul awakes ... between two dim eternities - the eternal past, the eternal future.
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#67. It has always been a favorite idea of mine, that there is so much of the human in every man, that the life of any one individual, however obscure, if really and vividly perceived in all its aspirations, struggles, failures, and successes, would command the interest of all others.
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#68. In all ranks of life the human heart yearns for the beautiful; and the beautiful things that God makes are his gift to all alike.
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#70. The benevolent gentleman is sorry; but, then, the thing happens every day! One sees girls and mothers crying at these sales, always! it can't be helped, etc.; and he walks off, with his acquisition, in another direction.
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#72. The ship, built on one element, but designed to have its life in another, seemed an image of the soul, formed and fashioned with many a weary hammer-stroke in this life, but finding its true element only when it sails out into the ocean of eternity.
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#73. As oil will find its way into crevices where water cannot penetrate, so song will find its way where speech can no longer enter.
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#75. Oh my Eva, whose little hour on earth did so much good ... what account have I to give for my long years?
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#79. God washes the eyes by tears unil they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more.
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#80. I would not attack the faith of a heathen without being sure I had a better one to put in its place.
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#81. O, that's what troubles me, papa. You want me to live so happy, and never to have any pain, - never suffer anything, - not even hear a sad story, when other poor creatures have nothing but pain and sorrow, all their lives, - it seems selfish. I ought to know such things, I ought to feel about them!
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#82. Marie always had a head-ache on hand for any conversation that did not exactly suit her.
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#83. 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. The
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#84. Greasy or not greasy, they will govern you, when their time comes," said Augustine; "and they will be just such rulers as you make them.
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#85. There is a great life-giving, warming power called Love, which exists in human hearts dumb and unseen, but which has no real life, no warming power, till set free by expression.
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#86. To be really great in little things, to be truly noble and heroic in the insipid details of everyday life, is a virtue so rare as to be worthy of canonization.
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#88. I an't a Christian like you, Eliza; my heart's full of bitterness; I can't trust in God. Why does he let things be so?" "O,
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#89. Thou canst say, who hast seen that same expression on the face dearest to thee;-that look indescribable, hopeless, unmistakable, that says to thee that thy beloved is no longer thine.
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#91. Deeds of heroism are wrought here more than those of romance, when, defying torture, and braving death itself, the fugitive voluntarily threads his way back to the terrors and perils of that dark land, that he may bring out his sister, or mother, or wife.
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#92. It is generally understood that men don't aspire after the absolute right, but only to do about as well as the rest of the world.
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#93. I tell you," said Augustine, "if there is anything that revealed with the strength of a divine law in our times, it is that the masses are to rise, and the under class becomes the upper one.
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#94. 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 remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
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#95. 'Who was your mother?' 'Never had none!' said the child, with another grin. 'Never had any mother? What do you mean? Where were you born?' 'Never was born!' 'Do you know who made you?' 'Nobody, as I knows on,' said the child, with a short laugh ... 'I 'spect I grow'd.'
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#96. The beautiful must ever rest in the arms of the sublime. The gentle needs the strong to sustain it, as much as the rock-flowers need rocks to grow on, or the ivy the rugged wall which it embraces.
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#97. The shape of her head and the turn of her neck and bust were peculiarly noble, and the long golden-brown hair that floated like a cloud around it, the deep spiritual gravity of her violet blue eyes, shaded by heavy fringes of golden brown
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#98. No matter how kind her mistress is, - no matter how much she loves her home; beg her not to go back, - for slavery always ends in misery.
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#99. There are in this world blessed souls, whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others; whose earthly hopes, laid in the grave with many tears, are the seed from which spring healing flowers and balm for the desolate and the distressed.
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#100. Even the knives and forks had a social clatter as they went on to the table; and the chicken and ham had a cheerful and joyous fizzle in the pan, as if they rather enjoyed being cooked than otherwise
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