Quotes by : Helen Hunt Jackson

No past is dead for us but only sleeping love.

Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt and limps off the field piteous all disguises thrown....

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

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

There had been no crises of incident, or marked movements of experience such as in Felipe's imaginations....

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

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures ....

Who longest waits most surely wins.

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