Best Quotes by Helen Hunt Jackson (Top 8)
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Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?
Helen Hunt Jackson
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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
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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
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Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.
Helen Hunt Jackson
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Next time!" In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?
Helen Hunt Jackson
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There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.
Helen Hunt Jackson
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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!
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Who longest wait of all surely wins.
Helen Hunt Jackson