Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes

Helen Hunt Jackson shares gentle, mournful verses that feel like a quiet lantern guiding thoughts through loss and purpose.

17 quotes

1. All lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love.

2. Like a blind spinner in the sun, I tread my days: I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways. I know each day will bring its task, And being blind no more I ask.

3. On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They called him dead And made his eldest son one day Slave in his father's stead.

4. Father, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, How I have wasted half my day, And left my work but just begun.

5. The voice of one who goes before, to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine Sweet May!

6. Who longest waits most surely wins.

7. Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!

8. Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?

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

10. 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.

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

12. That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.

13. The new is older than the old; And newest friend is oldest friend in this: That, waiting him, we longest grieved to miss One thing we sought.

14. Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.

15. For April sobs while these are so glad April weeps while these are so gay,- Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with flowers, lost its way.

16. O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.

17. The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.