Facts about Helen Hunt Jackson

Occup.Writer
FromUSA
BornOctober 18, 1831
DiedAugust 12, 1885
Aged53 years

Summary

Helen Hunt Jackson was a famous Writer from USA, who lived between October 18, 1831 and August 12, 1885. He/she became 53 years old.

Zodiac:
He/she is born under the zodiac libra, who is known for Balance, Justice, Truth, Beauty, Perfection. Our collection contains 20 quotes who is written / told by Helen, under the main topic Mom.

20 Famous quotes by Helen Hunt Jackson

Small: O month when they who love must love and wed
"O month when they who love must love and wed"
Small: Love has a tide!
"Love has a tide!"
Small: 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"
Small: There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride
"There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride"
Small: The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending
"The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down"
Small: When Time is spent, Eternity begins
"When Time is spent, Eternity begins"
Small: 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"
Small: 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"
Small: Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame Each to his passion whats in a name?
"Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?"
Small: There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of
"There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families"
Small: 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"
Small: Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy
"Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy"
Small: When the baby dies, On every side Rose strangers voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrap
"When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery"
Small: 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"
Small: But all lost things are in the angels keeping, Love No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love The
"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"
Small: O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behi
"O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind"
Small: As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a let
"As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it"
Small: On the kings gate the moss grew gray The king came not. They calld him dead And made his eldest son, on
"On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead"
Small: 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"
Small: By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summers best of weather And autumns best of ch
"By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer"