Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes

A collection of quotes by Helen Hunt Jackson.

Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885) was an American writer and social activist. She is best known for her work as an advocate for Native American rights and her novel "Ramona," which shed light on the mistreatment of Native Americans in California. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, Jackson was a prolific writer, penning numerous poems, short stories, and essays. Her strong sense of justice led her to support various causes, including women's suffrage and the abolition of slavery. Her writings played a significant role in addressing social injustices and promoting greater understanding and empathy towards Native American history and culture.

If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stow

If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful.

Helen Hunt Jackson

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With sum

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

Helen Hunt Jackson

But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great lov

But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

Helen Hunt Jackson

If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hu

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

Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To les

Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

Helen Hunt Jackson

O month when they who love must love and wed.

O month when they who love must love and wed.

Helen Hunt Jackson

Oh, write of me, not Died in bitter pains, but Emigrated to

Oh, write of me, not Died in bitter pains, but Emigrated to another star!

Helen Hunt Jackson

O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June tog

O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather.

Helen Hunt Jackson

As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enoug

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

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot f

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

Helen Hunt Jackson

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

Helen Hunt Jackson