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
If women want any rights they had better take them, and say nothing about it. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Action, Empowerment, Silence, 0 Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
In the gates of eternity the black hand and the white hand hold each other with equal clasp. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Equality, Eternity, Unity, 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. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Comparison, Faith, Respect, 0 Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
The obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Cleverness, Folly, Obstinacy, 0 Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
…the heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Emptiness, Sacrifice, Suffering, 0 Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Consequences, Health, Nutrition, 0 Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Communication, Influence, Perception, 0 Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Death, Equality, Freedom, 0 Harriet Beecher Stowe Author · USA
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
We hope to grow old and we dread old age; that is to say, we love life and we flee from death. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Art is for the artist is only suffering through which he releases himself for further suffering. Read explanation Franz Kafka Writer · Czechia
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
