Author: Helen Hunt Jackson

Quotes

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

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

- Helen Hunt Jackson

But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

- Helen Hunt Jackson

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

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

- Helen Hunt Jackson

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

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

- Helen Hunt Jackson

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

- Helen Hunt Jackson

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

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

- Helen Hunt Jackson

O month when they who love must love and wed.

O month when they who love must love and wed.

- Helen Hunt Jackson

Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

- Helen Hunt Jackson

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

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

- Helen Hunt Jackson

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