Harriet Beecher Stowe Quotes about Heart

The Negro is an exotic of the most gorgeous and superb countries of the world, and he has deep in his heart a passion for all that is splendid, rich and fanciful.

The Negro is an exotic of the most gorgeous and superb countries of the world, and he has deep in his heart a passion for all that is splendid, rich and fanciful.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Country, Passion, Heart

Harriet Beecher Stowe (1852). “Uncle Tom's Cabin, Or, Negro Life in the Slave States of America: With Fifty Splendid Engravings”, p.138

Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Heart, Men, Blood

Harriet Beecher Stowe, Harriet Beecher STOWE (2016). “Collected Works (Complete and Illustrated Editions: Uncle Tom's Cabin, Queer Little Folks, The Chimney-Corner, ...)”, p.378, Harriet Beecher Stowe

So long as the law considers all these human beings, with beating hearts and living affections, only as so many things belonging to the master - so long as the failure, or misfortune, or imprudence, or death of the kindest owner, may cause them any day to exchange a life of kind protection and indulgence for one of hopeless misery and toil - so long it is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best-regulated administration of slavery.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Beautiful, Heart, Law

Harriet Beecher Stowe (2008). “Uncle Tom's Cabin”, p.13, ReadHowYouWant.com

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.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Real, Heart, People

Harriet Beecher Stowe, Harriet Beecher STOWE (2016). “Collected Works (Complete and Illustrated Editions: Uncle Tom's Cabin, Queer Little Folks, The Chimney-Corner, ...)”, p.141, Harriet Beecher Stowe

What is it that sometimes speaks in the soul so calmly, so clearly, that its earthly time is short? Is it the secret instinct of decaying nature, or the soul's impulsive throb, as immortality draws on? Be what it may, it rested in the heart of Eva, a calm, sweet, prophetic certainty that Heaven was near; calm as the light of sunset, sweet as the bright stillness of autumn, there her little heart reposed, only troubled by sorrow for those who loved her so dearly.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Sweet, Heart, Sunset

Harriet Beecher Stowe (2008). “Uncle Toms Cabin: Life Among the Lowly: Easyread Large Edition”, p.95, ReadHowYouWant.com

O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Heart, World, Human Heart

Harriet Beecher Stowe, Harriet Beecher STOWE (2016). “Collected Works (Complete and Illustrated Editions: Uncle Tom's Cabin, Queer Little Folks, The Chimney-Corner, ...)”, p.354, Harriet Beecher Stowe

We can make ourselves say the kind things that rise in our hearts and tremble on our lips - do the gentle and helpful deeds which we long to do and shrink back from; and little by little, it will grow easier - the love spoken will bring back the answer of love - the kind deed will bring back a kind deed in return.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Heart, Kind Deeds, Long

Harriet Beecher Stowe (1866). “Little Foxes: Or, The Insignificant Little Habits which Mar Domestic Happiness”, p.60

...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Heart, Blood, Giving

Harriet Beecher Stowe, Harriet Beecher STOWE (2016). “Collected Works (Complete and Illustrated Editions: Uncle Tom's Cabin, Queer Little Folks, The Chimney-Corner, ...)”, p.36, Harriet Beecher Stowe

So we go, so little knowing what we touch and what touches us as we talk! We drop out a common piece of news, "Mr. So-and-so is dead, Miss Such-a-one is married, such a ship has sailed," and lo, on our right hand or on our left, some heart has sunk under the news silently - gone down in the great ocean of Fate, without even a bubble rising to tell its drowning pang. And this - God help us! - is what we call living!

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Women, Ocean, Heart

Harriet Beecher Stowe (1859). “The Minister's Wooing”, p.66

The human heart yearns for the beautiful in all ranks of life. The beautiful things that God makes are His gift to all alike. I know there are many of the poor who have fine feeling and a keen sense of the beautiful, which rusts out and dies because they are too hard pressed to procure it any gratification.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Beauty, Beautiful, Heart

Harriet Beecher Stowe (1860). “The May-flower. Scenes and Sketches”, p.224

There is a great life-giving, warming power called Love, which exists in human hearts dumb and unseen, but which has no real life, no warming power, till set free by expression.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Real, Heart, Expression

Harriet Beecher Stowe (1866). “Little Foxes, Or, The Little Failings which Mar Domestic Happiness”, p.41