What did Harriet Beecher Stowe mean by: God washes the eyes by tears unil they can behold the invisible land where tears shall come no more. - Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA Copy
+ it isn’t mere love and good-will that is needed in a sick-room; it needs knowledge and experience. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Rooms, Sick, 0 - Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
+ Let us never doubt everything that ought to happen is going to happen. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Doubt, 0 - Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
+ Just so sure as one puts on any old rag, and thinks nobody will come, company is sure to call. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Clothes, Rags, 0 - Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
+ If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Rooms, Writing, 0 - Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
+ I would not attack the faith of a heathen without being sure I had a better one to put in its place. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Faith, Literature, 0 - Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
+ intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Eating, 0 - Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
+ All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Diversity, Justice, 0 - Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
+ God has always been to me not so much like a father as like a dear and tender mother. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Dear, Father, Mother, 0 - Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
Love cries victory when the tears of a woman become the sole defence of her virtue. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
