Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes

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• I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Fire, Brain, Found

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1998). “The Indian Reform Letters of Helen Hunt Jackson, 1879-1885”, p.56, University of Oklahoma Press

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  When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Eternity

  Helen Hunt Jackson, “The Victory Of Patience”

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• If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Uncles, Writing, Being Thankful

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• The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Strong, Children, Growing Up

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• Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Passion, Names, Flames

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1892). “Poems”

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

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Love, Life, Forget

  Helen Hunt Jackson, “Two Truths”

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• Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Promise, Calendars, Records

  Helen Hunt Jackson (2008). “Ramona”, p.273, Broadview Press

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• Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one's self.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Self

  Helen Hunt Jackson (2010). “Ramona”, p.44, Modern Library

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

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Inspiring, Summer, Cheer

  Helen Hunt Jackson, “September”

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• One of Dr. Johnson's ingredients of happiness was, "A little less time than you want." That means always to have so many things you want to see, to have, and to do, that no day is quite long enough for all you think you would like to get done before you go to bed.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Happiness, Mean, Thinking

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

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Mothers Day, Mom, Mother And Daughter

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1877). “Verses”, p.11

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• Who longest waits most surely wins.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Inspirational, Work, Winning

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

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Pride, Defense, Skillful

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• Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures; such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Weapons, Faces, Now And Then

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

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Sweet, Time, Morning

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1877). “Verses”, p.90

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• Who waits until the wind shall silent keep Will never find the ready hour to sow.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Wind, Waiting, Silent

  Helen Hunt Jackson, “Chance”

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• But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Pain, Lost Love, Sleep

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1872). “Verses”, p.38

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

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Fall, Autumn, Land

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• Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Hurt, Pride, Vanity

  Helen Hunt Jackson (2010). “Ramona”, p.150, Modern Library

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• Gazing around, looking up at the lofty pinnacles above, which seemed to pierce the sky, looking down upon the world,-\-\it seemed the whole world, so limitless it stretched away at her feet,-\-\feeling that infinite unspeakable sense of nearness to Heaven, remoteness from earth which comes only on mountain heights, she drew in a long breath of delight, and cried: "At last! at last, Alessandro! Here we are safe! This is freedom! This is joy!

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Sky, Feet, Long

  Helen Hunt Jackson (2008). “Ramona”, p.323, Broadview Press

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• Like a blind spinner in the sun,I tread my days:I know that all the threads will runAppointed ways.I know each day will bring its task,And being blind no more I ask.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Sun, Tasks, Each Day

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1872). “Verses”, p.9

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• Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
  And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;
  No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
  And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
  These are days when ancients held a rite
  Of expiation for the old year's ill,
  And prayer to purify the new year's will.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  New Year, Prayer, Lying

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1891). “A Calendar of Sonnets”, p.4, Library of Alexandria

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• Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Eye, Black, May

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• That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Expression, People, Peculiar

  Helen Hunt Jackson (2010). “Ramona”, p.160, Modern Library

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• For April sobs while these are so glad April weeps while these are so gay,- Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with flowers, lost its way.

  Helen Hunt Jackson

  Children, Flower, Tired

  Helen Hunt Jackson (1872). “Verses”, p.86

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