Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes

Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.

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 riteOf expiation for the old year’s ill,And prayer to purify the new year’s will.

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.

O month when they who love must love and wed.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.