Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes

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

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

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

When love is at its best, one lovesSo much that he cannot forget.

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

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.

O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turnDismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urnOf death! Far sooner in midsummer tireThe streams than under ice. June could not hireHer roses to forego the strength they learnIn sleeping on thy breast.

The new is older than the old;And newest friend is oldest friend in this:That, waiting him, we longest grieved to missOne thing we sought.

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.

The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!

Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April’s violets!