Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever! Harriet Beecher Stowe More Quotes by Harriet Beecher Stowe More Quotes From Harriet Beecher Stowe When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth And silver waves chime ever peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flyeth Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea. Harriet Beecher Stowe ocean wind peace the delicacy that respects a friend's silence is one of the charms of life. Harriet Beecher Stowe delicacy charm silence Children will grow up substantially what they are by nature--and only that. Harriet Beecher Stowe growing-up grows children Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline. Harriet Beecher Stowe double-standard punishment abuse A cook she certainly was, in the very bone and centre of her soul. Not a....turkey....in the barn-yard but looked grave when they saw her approaching, and seemed evidently to be reflecting on their latter end; and certain it was that she was always meditating on trussing, stuffing and roasting, to a degree that was calculated to inspire terror in any reflecting fowl living. Harriet Beecher Stowe turkeys soul inspire 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. Harriet Beecher Stowe wells men world 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. Harriet Beecher Stowe independence opinion silence O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy? Harriet Beecher Stowe tears compassion real If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend. Harriet Beecher Stowe true-friend selfish friendship Nobody had ever instructed him that a slave-ship, with a procession of expectant sharks in its wake, is a missionary institution, by which closely-packed heathen are brought over to enjoy the light of the Gospel. Harriet Beecher Stowe slave-ships sharks light Mountains are nature's testimonials of anguish. They are the sharp cry of a groaning and travailing creation. Nature's stern agony writes itself on these furrowed brows of gloomy stone. These reft and splintered crags stand, the dreary images of patient sorrow, existing verdureless and stern because exist they must. Harriet Beecher Stowe agony sorrow writing Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes! Harriet Beecher Stowe strange sometimes past In lecturing on cookery, as on housebuilding, I divide the subject into, not four, but five grand elements: first, Bread; second,Butter; third, Meat; fourth, Vegetables; and fifth, Tea--by which I mean, generically, all sorts of warm, comfortable drinks served out in teacups, whether they be called tea, coffee, chocolate, broma, or what not. I affirm that, if these five departments are all perfect, the great ends of domestic cookery are answered, so far as the comfort and well-being of life are concerned. Harriet Beecher Stowe coffee vegetables mean A day of grace is yet held out to us. Both North and South have been guilty before God; and the Christian Church has a heavy account to answer. Not by combining together, to protest injustice and cruelty, and making a common capital of sin, is this Union to be saved-but by repentance, justice and mercy; for, not surer is the eternal law by which the millstone sinks in the ocean, than that stronger law, by which injustice and cruelty shall bring on nations the wrath of Almighty God. Harriet Beecher Stowe ocean christian god In the old times, women did not get their lives written, though I don't doubt many of them were much better worth writing than the men's. Harriet Beecher Stowe writing men history I would not attack the faith of a heathen without being sure I had a better one to put in its place. Harriet Beecher Stowe heathen literature faith It is always our treasure that the lightning strikes. Harriet Beecher Stowe lightning treasure loss No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man. Harriet Beecher Stowe judging god men Greek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale. Harriet Beecher Stowe land greek morning the heaviest anguish often precedes a return tide of joy and courage. Harriet Beecher Stowe tides hope joy
