Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes

When Time is spent, Eternity begins... view

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame.. view

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

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

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy... view

By: 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

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

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

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

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

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

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... view

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

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

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

On the king's gate the moss grew gray.. view

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

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

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

But great loves, to the last, have pulses red.. view

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

O month when they who love must love and wed... view

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love.. view

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

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

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

Great loves, to the last, have pulses red.. view

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

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

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

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

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

Love has a tide!.. view

By: Helen Hunt Jackson

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

By: Helen Hunt Jackson