Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes

#1. The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament ... Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.

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#2. I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

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#3. Next time! In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?

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#4. Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

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#5. Will not the Senorita trust me?"
Ramona smiled faintly through her tears. "Yes," she said. "I will trust you. You are Alessandro, are you not?"
"Yes, Senorita," he answered, greatly surprised, "I am Alessandro.

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#6. Who longest wait of all surely wins.

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#7. On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead.

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#8. There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families.

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#9. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second; and so on till death.

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#10. Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted,
spite of ugly looks and threats,
And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!

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#11. Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

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#12. If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.

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#13. There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.

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#14. I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.

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#15. Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.

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#16. As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.

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#17. O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

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#18. The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

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#19. Love has a tide!

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#20. Who longest waits most surely wins.

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#21. Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one's self ...

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#22. The voice of one who goes before, to makeThe paths of June more beautiful, is thineSweet May!

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#23. If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful.

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#24. Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

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#25. The new is older than the old;
And newest friend is oldest friend in this:
That, waiting him, we longest grieved to miss
One thing we sought.

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#26. Like a blind spinner in the sun,I tread my days:I know that all the threads will runAppointed ways.I know each day will bring its task,And being blind no more I ask.

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#27. Who waits until the wind shall silent keep Will never find the ready hour to sow.

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#28. Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.

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#29. For April sobs while these are so glad April weeps while these are so gay,- Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with flowers, lost its way.

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#30. But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each other, fell on her ear, her eyes sought the sky, and she heard a voice saying, Majella!

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#31. When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

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#32. The goldenrod is yellow,
The corn is turning brown ...
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.

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#33. O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passions,
sweeter days are thine!

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#34. When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

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#35. When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

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#36. By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

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#37. O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.

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#38. Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

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#39. But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.

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#40. O month when they who love must love and wed.

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#41. One of Dr. Johnson's ingredients of happiness was, "A little less time than you want." That means always to have so many things you want to see, to have, and to do, that no day is quite long enough for all you think you would like to get done before you go to bed.

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