{"author":"Harriet Beecher Stowe","author_id":"Harriet+Beecher+Stowe","total_quotes":65,"quotes":[{"text":"The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.","author":"Harriet Beecher Stowe","tags":["morning","night","optimism"],"id":2767,"author_id":"Harriet+Beecher+Stowe"},{"text":"The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.","author":"Harriet Beecher Stowe","tags":["truth"],"id":9164,"author_id":"Harriet+Beecher+Stowe"},{"text":"Still waters run deepest, they used to tell me.","author":"Harriet Beecher Stowe","tags":["grief","life"],"id":21983,"author_id":"Harriet+Beecher+Stowe"},{"text":"He says that there can be no high civilization without enslavement of the masses, either nominal or real. There must, he says, be a lower class, given up to physical toil and confined to an animal nature; and a higher one thereby acquires leisure and wealth for a more expanded intelligence and improvement, and becomes the directing soul of the lower. So he reasons, because, as I said, he is born an aristocrat;—so I don't believe, because I was born a democrat.","author":"Harriet Beecher Stowe","tags":["capitalism","civilization","classes","enslavement","slavery"],"id":26512,"author_id":"Harriet+Beecher+Stowe"},{"text":"So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls  why doesn't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?","author":"Harriet Beecher Stowe","tags":["self","confidence"],"id":30425,"author_id":"Harriet+Beecher+Stowe"},{"text":"Soon after the completion of his college course, his whole nature was kindled into one intense and passionate effervescence of romantic passion. His hour came,—the hour that comes only once; his star rose in the horizon,—that star that rises so often in vain, to be remembered only as a thing of dreams; and it rose for him in vain. To drop the figure,—he saw and won the love of a high-minded and beautiful woman, in one of the northern states, and they were affianced. He returned south to make arrangements for their marriage, when, most unexpectedly, his letters were returned to him by mail, with a short note from her guardian, stating to him that ere this reached him the lady would be the wife of another. Stung to madness, he vainly hoped, as many another has done, to fling the whole thing from his heart by one desperate effort. Too proud to supplicate or seek explanation, he threw himself at once into a whirl of fashionable society, and in a fortnight from the time of the fatal letter was the accepted lover of the reigning belle of the season; and as soon as arrangements could be made, he became the husband of a fine figure, a pair of bright dark eyes, and a hundred thousand dollars; and, of course, everybody thought him a happy fellow.The married couple were enjoying their honeymoon, and entertaining a brilliant circle of friends in their splendid villa, near Lake Pontchartrain, when, one day, a letter was brought to him in that well-remembered writing. It was handed to him while he was in full tide of gay and successful conversation, in a whole room-full of company. He turned deadly pale when he saw the writing, but still preserved his composure, and finished the playful warfare of badinage which he was at the moment carrying on with a lady opposite; and, a short time after, was missed from the circle. In his room,alone, he opened and read the letter, now worse than idle and useless to be read. It was from her, giving a long account of a persecution to which she had been exposed by her guardian's family, to lead her to unite herself with their son: and she related how, for a long time, his letters had ceased to arrive; how she had written time and again, till she became weary and doubtful; how her health had failed under her anxieties, and how, at last, she had discovered the whole fraud which had been practised on them both. The letter ended with expressions of hope and thankfulness, and professions of undying affection, which were more bitter than death to the unhappy young man. He wrote to her immediately: I have received yours,—but too late. I believed all I heard. I was desperate. I am married, and all is over. Only forget,—it is all that remains for either of us.'And thus ended the whole romance and ideal of life for Augustine St. Clare. But the real remained,—the real, like the flat, bare, oozy tide-mud, when the blue sparkling wave, with all its company of gliding boats and white-winged ships, its music of oars and chiming waters, has gone down, and there it lies, flat, slimy, bare,—exceedingly real.Of course, in a novel, people's hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.","author":"Harriet Beecher Stowe","tags":["heartbreak"],"id":49153,"author_id":"Harriet+Beecher+Stowe"},{"text":"Treat 'em like dogs, and you'll have dogs' works and dogs' actions. Treat 'em like men, and you'll have men's works.","author":"Harriet Beecher Stowe","tags":["kindlehighlight"],"id":54982,"author_id":"Harriet+Beecher+Stowe"},{"text":"When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you  'til it seems as though you could not hold on a minute longer  never give up then  for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.","author":"Harriet Beecher Stowe","tags":["pressure","diamonds"],"id":55686,"author_id":"Harriet+Beecher+Stowe"},{"text":"All places where women are excluded tend downward to barbarism; but the moment she is introduced, there come in with her courtesy, cleanliness, sobriety, and order.","author":"Harriet Beecher Stowe","tags":["moment","she","her "],"id":61682,"author_id":"Harriet+Beecher+Stowe"},{"text":"The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.","author":"Harriet Beecher Stowe","tags":["today","past","present "],"id":72103,"author_id":"Harriet+Beecher+Stowe"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":65,"pages":7,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}