Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.— Harriet Beecher Stowe
The most jittery Harriet Beecher Stowe quotes to get the best of your day
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.
When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hand on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
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.
Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
All places where women are excluded tend downward to barbarism;
but the moment she is introduced, there come in with her courtesy, cleanliness, sobriety, and order.
Half the misery in the world comes of want of courage to speak and to hear the truth plainly and in a spirit of love.
The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal.
No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man.
...it is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be.
The Negro is an exotic of the most gorgeous and superb countries of the world, and he has deep in his heart a passion for all that is splendid, rich and fanciful.
Let us resolve: First, to attain the grace of silence;
second, to deem all fault finding that does no good a sin; third, to practice the grade and virtue of praise.
At last I have come into a dreamland.
The person who decides what shall be the food and drink of a family, and the modes of its preparation, is the one who decides, to a greater or less extent, what shall be the health of that family.
These Germans seem an odd race, a mixture of clay and spirit - what with their beer-drinking and smoking, and their slow, stolid ways, you would think them perfectly earth; but ethereal fire is all the while working in them, and bursing out in most unexpected jets of poetry and sentiment, like blossoms on a cactus.
One would like to be grand and heroic, if one could;
but if not, why try at all? One wants to be very something, very great, very heroic; or if not that, then at least very stylish and very fashionable. It is this everlasting mediocrity that bores me.
The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people's glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.
Gems, in fact, are a species of mineral flowers;
they are the blossoms of the dark, hard mine; and what they want in perfume, they make up in durability.
Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen.
O, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born;
as if to say to insensate man, "Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!
What makes saintliness in my view, as distinguished from ordinary goodness, is a certain quality of magnanimity and greatness of soul that brings life within the circle of the heroic.
Fanaticism is governed by imagination rather than judgment.
To do common things perfectly is far better worth our endeavor than to do uncommon things respectably.
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve;
it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
I make no manner of doubt that you threw a very diamond of truth at me, though you see it hit me so directly in the face that it wasn't exactly appreciated, at first.
The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
We should remember in our dealings with animals that they are a sacred trust to us from our Heavenly Father. They are dumb and cannot speak for themselves.
I am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred --that of keeping their own nobleness, goodness, pure and incorrupt. If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
The beautiful must ever rest in the arms of the sublime.
The gentle needs the strong to sustain it, as much as the rock-flowers need rocks to grow on, or the ivy the rugged wall which it embraces.
Once, in an age, God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false imagining, an unreal character, but, looking through all the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our nature, — loves, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be.
Praise is sunshine; it warms, it inspires, it promotes growth; blame and rebuke are rain and hail; they beat down and bedraggle, even though they may at times be necessary.
Human nature is above all things lazy.
The obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity.
Most mothers are instinctive philosophers.
By what strange law of mind is it that an idea long overlooked, and trodden under foot as a useless stone, suddenly sparkles out in new light, as a discovered diamond?
Mothers are the most instinctive philosophers.
the heaviest anguish often precedes a return tide of joy and courage.
In all ranks of life the human heart yearns for the beautiful;
and the beautiful things that God makes are his gift to all alike.
Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.
I did not write it (Uncle Tom's Cabin). God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.
Why don't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?
A little reflection will enable any person to detect in himself that setness in trifles which is the result of the unwatched instinct of self-will and to establish over himself a jealous guardianship.
To be really great in little things, to be truly noble and heroic in the insipid details of everyday life, is a virtue so rare as to be worthy of canonization.
Women's Day Women are the real architects of society.
I no more thought of style or literary excellence than the mother who rushes into the street and cries for help to save her children from a burning house, thinks of the teachings of the rhetorician or the elocutionist.
Everyone confesses in the abstract that exertion which brings out all the powers of body and mind is the best thing for us all; but practically most people do all they can to get rid of it, and as a general rule nobody does much more than circumstances drive them to do.
The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.I would not attack the faith of a heathen without being sure I had a better one to put in its place, because, such as it is, it is better than nothing.