Quotes from Harriet Beecher Stowe

An atmosphere of sympathetic influence encircles every human being; and the man or woman who feels strongly, healthily and justly, on the great interests of humanity, is a constant benefactor to the human race.

Is there anything in it glorious and dear for a nation, that is not also glorious and dear for a man? What is freedom to a nation, but freedom to the individuals in it?

The power of fictitious writing, for good as well as for evil, is a thing which ought most seriously to be reflected upon.

The Lord gives a good many things twice over, but he don't give ye a mother but once.

If it were your Harry, mother, or your Willie, that were going to be torn from you by a brutal trader, tomorrow morning,—if you had seen the man, and heard that the papers were signed and delivered, and you had only from twelve o'clock till morning to make good your escape,—how fast could you walk?

Eliza," said George, "people that have friends, and houses, and lands, and money, and all those things, can't love as we do, who have nothing but each other. ... And your loving me,—why, it was almost like raising one from the dead! I've been a new man ever since! And now, Eliza, I'll give my last drop of blood, but they shall not take you from me. Whoever gets you must walk over my dead body.

Oh my Eva, whose little hour on earth did so much good... what account have I to give for my long years?

Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Kalau anda dalam keadaan terjepit dan semua serasa memusuhi anda, sampai anda merasa tidak mampu lagi bertahan walau pun cuma semenit, jangan menyerah, sebab di tempat itu dan pada saat itu air pasang akan surut.

But at midnight — strange, mystic hour, when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin — then came the messenger.

Well," said St. Clare, "suppose that something shoul bring down the price of cotton once and forever, and make the whole slave property a drug in the market, don't you think we should soon have another version of the Scripture doctrine? What flood of light would pour the church, all at once, and immediately it would be discovered that everything in the bible and reason went the other way.

The past, the present, and the future are really one: they are today

in the gates of eternity, the black hand and the white hold each other with an equal clasp.

Still waters run deepest, they used to tell me.

Governments derive their just power from the consent of the governed

Tom read,—"Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." "Them's good words, enough," said the woman; "who says 'em?" "The Lord," said Tom. "I jest wish I know'd whar to find Him," said the woman.

O yes! a machine for saving work, is it? He'd invent that, I'll be bound; let a nigger alone for that, any time. They are all labor-saving machines themselves, every one of 'em. No, he shall tramp!

It is a great mistake to suppose that a woman with no heart will be an easy creditor in the exchange of affection. There is not on earth a more merciless extractor of love from others than a thoroughly selfish woman; and the more unlovely she grows, the more jealously and scrupulously she extracts love, to the uttermost farthing.

Liberty! -- Electric word!

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.

He had been able to repress every disrespectful word; but the flashing eye, the gloomy and troubled brow, were part of a natural language that could not be repressed,-- indubitable signs, which showed too plainly that the man could not become a thing.

What poor, mean trash this whole business of human virtue is! A mere matter, for the most part, of latitude and longitude, and geographical position, acting with natural temperament. The greater part is nothing but an accident.

When a heavy weight presses the soul to the lowest level at which endurance is possible, there is an instant and desperate effort of every physical and moral nerve to throw off the weight; and hence the heaviest anguish often precedes a return tide of joy and courage.

look at me, now. Don't I sit before you, e very way, just as much a man as you are? Look at my face—look at my hands—look at my body," and the young man dr ew himself up proudly. "Why am I not a man, as much as anybody?