Archive for the ‘Harriet Beecher Stowe’ Category

Now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in

Sunday, February 20th, 2011
leaf and skyline

“…I want you to give me a deed of gift, or some legal paper.”

“Well, well,” said St. Clare, “I will;” and he sat down, and unfolded a newspaper to read.

“But I want it done now,” said Miss Ophelia.

“What’s your hurry?”

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Home is a place not only of strong affections… it is life’s undress rehearsal

Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009
heart contrast

A little community of people, all of whom would be willing to die for each other, may not be able to live happily together; that is, they may have far less happiness than their circumstances, their fine and excellent traits, entitle…

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The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone

Thursday, December 17th, 2009
sidewalk stencil

“She never knew how I loved her.” “He never knew what he was to me.” “I always meant to make more of our friendship.” “I did not know what he was to me till he was gone.” Such words are the poisoned arrows which cruel Death shoots backward…

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