Quotes by : Helen Hunt Jackson

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

No past is dead for us but only sleeping love.

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

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

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

Gazing around, looking up at the lofty pinnacles above, which seemed to pierce the sky, looking down....

O month when they who love must love and wed.

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

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

The goldenrod is yellow,The corn is turning brown...The trees in apple orchardsWith fruit are bending....