"I make no manner of doubt that you threw a very diamond of truth at me, though you see it hit me so directly in the face that it wasn't exactly appreciated, at first."
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Uncle Tom's Cabin by
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 it 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.
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Uncle Tom's Cabin by
Harriet Beecher Stowe
For, so inconsistent is human nature, especially in the ideal, that not to undertake a thing at all seems better than to undertake and come short.
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Uncle Tom's Cabin by
Harriet Beecher Stowe
No tear dropped over that pillow; in such straits as these, the heart has no tears to give,—it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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Uncle Tom's Cabin by
Harriet Beecher Stowe
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.
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Uncle Tom's Cabin by
Harriet Beecher Stowe
The longest way must have its close,—the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.
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Uncle Tom's Cabin by
Harriet Beecher Stowe