People who hate trouble generally get a good deal of it. Harriet Beecher Stowe More Quotes by Harriet Beecher Stowe More Quotes From Harriet Beecher Stowe All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that. Harriet Beecher Stowe diversity justice men Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad. Harriet Beecher Stowe very-sad love-is beautiful 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 desire forever beautiful For, so inconsistent is human nature, especially in the ideal, that not to undertake a thing at all seems better than to undertake and come short. Harriet Beecher Stowe inconsistent human-nature humans There are in this world blessed souls, whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others; whose earthly hopes, laid in the grave with many tears, are the seed from which spring healing flowers and balm for the desolate and the distressed. Harriet Beecher Stowe flower blessed spring Whatever offices of life are performed by women of culture and refinement are thenceforth elevated; they cease to be mere servile toils, and become expressions of the ideas of superior beings. Harriet Beecher Stowe office expression ideas God has always been to me not so much like a father as like a dear and tender mother. Harriet Beecher Stowe dear mother father Rome is an astonishment! Harriet Beecher Stowe astonishment rome a true gentleman ... was characterized as the man that asks the fewest questions. This trait of refined society might be adopted into home-like in a far greater degree than it is, and make it far more agreeable. Harriet Beecher Stowe family home men It would be an incalculable gain to domestic happiness, if people would begin the concert of life with their instruments tuned to a very low pitch: they who receive the most happiness are generally they who demand and expect the least. Harriet Beecher Stowe expectations would-be people There is no phase of the Italian mind that has not found expression in its music. Harriet Beecher Stowe music italian expression As oil will find its way into crevices where water cannot penetrate, so song will find its way where speech can no longer enter. Harriet Beecher Stowe oil music song The same quickness which makes a mind buoyant in gladness often makes it gentlest and most sympathetic in sorrow. Harriet Beecher Stowe compassion kindness joy the temperaments of children are often as oddly unsuited to parents as if capricious fairies had been filling cradles with changelings. Harriet Beecher Stowe fairy parent children A ship is a beauty and a mystery wherever we see it. Harriet Beecher Stowe ships mystery Religion! Is what you hear at church religion? Is that which can bend and turn, and descend and ascend, to fit every crooked phase of selfish, worldly society, religion? Harriet Beecher Stowe phases selfish church So we go, so little knowing what we touch and what touches us as we talk! We drop out a common piece of news, "Mr. So-and-so is dead, Miss Such-a-one is married, such a ship has sailed," and lo, on our right hand or on our left, some heart has sunk under the news silently - gone down in the great ocean of Fate, without even a bubble rising to tell its drowning pang. And this - God help us! - is what we call living! Harriet Beecher Stowe women ocean heart Care and labor are as much correlated to human existence as shadow is to light. Harriet Beecher Stowe hardship shadow light 'Who was your mother?' 'Never had none!' said the child, with another grin. 'Never had any mother? What do you mean? Where were you born?' 'Never was born!' 'Do you know who made you?' 'Nobody, as I knows on,' said the child, with a short laugh. . . . 'I 'spect I grow'd.' Harriet Beecher Stowe laughter mother children I don't know as I am fit for anything and I have thought that I could wish to die young and let the remembrance of me and my faults perish in the grave rather than live, as I fear I do, a trouble to everyone.... Sometimes I could not sleep and have groaned and cried till midnight. Harriet Beecher Stowe wish-to-die remembrance sleep
