Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes

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

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

But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each ot...

Will not the Senorita trust me?"Ramona smiled faintly through her tears. "Yes," she said. "I will tr...

Gazing around, looking up at the lofty pinnacles above, which seemed to pierce the sky, looking down...

O month when they who love must love and wed.

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

If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' di...

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

We sail at sunrise daily "outward bound."

Who longest waits most surely wins.

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

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

No past is dead for us but only sleeping love.

Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt and limps off the field piteous all disguises throw...

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

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

Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures ...

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

As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a ...

The goldenrod is yellow,The corn is turning brown...The trees in apple orchardsWith fruit are bendin...

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

Love has a tide!

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

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

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

We have flattered ourselves by inventing proverbs of comparison in matter of blindness,--"blind as a...

There had been no crises of incident, or marked movements of experience such as in Felipe's imaginat...