Helen Hunt Jackson quotes - page 2

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy. (Helen Hunt Jackson)
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. View quote
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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. View quote
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If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful. View quote
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All lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love. View quote
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O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passions, - sweeter days are thine. View quote
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Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have. View quote
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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. View quote
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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. View quote
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Who waits until the wind shall silent keep. Will never find the ready hour to sow. View quote
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