Helen Hunt Jackson
When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.
-Helen Hunt Jackson
best
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
-Helen Hunt Jackson
best
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
-Helen Hunt Jackson
god
When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.
-Helen Hunt Jackson
love
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
-Helen Hunt Jackson
mom
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
-Helen Hunt Jackson
morning
As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.
-Helen Hunt Jackson
morning
If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful.
-Helen Hunt Jackson
thankful
If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.
-Helen Hunt Jackson
thankful
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
-Helen Hunt Jackson
time
O month when they who love must love and wed.
-Helen Hunt Jackson
wedding
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