Quotes by Helen Hunt Jackson

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

“Next time!" In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?”

“Will not the Senorita trust me?"Ramona smiled faintly through her tears. "Yes," she said. "I will trust you. You are Alessandro, are you not?""Yes, Senorita," he answered, greatly surprised, "I am ...”

“There had been no crises of incident, or marked movements of experience such as in Felipe's imaginations of love were essential to the fulness of its growth. This is a common mistake on the part of...”

“But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each other, fell on her ear, her eyes sought the sky, and she heard a voice saying, "Majella!”

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

“We have flattered ourselves by inventing proverbs of comparison in matter of blindness,--"blind as a bat," for instance. It would be safe to say that there cannot be found in the animal kingdom a b...”

“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...”

“Love has a tide!”

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

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

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

“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.”

“When Time is spent, Eternity begins.”

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

“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.”

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

“Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.”

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

“O month when they who love must love and wed.”