“Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?” Passion Author:Helen Hunt Jackson
“But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each other, fell on her ear, her eyes sought the sky, and she heard a voice saying, "Majella!” LoveInspirationBeautifulRomanceDeathPeaceNatureLossGriefBeautyCallingMemoryRecoveryCaliforniaMexicoNative AmericanAmerican IndianRamona Book:Ramona Source: Ramona
“Why did i halt and weakly tremble? Even in heaven the memory smote -- Fool to be dumb and to dissemble! Alas, for the song I never wrote.” RegretIncomplete LifeTasks Not Done Book:Poems Source: Poems
“Father, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, That I have wasted half my day And left my work but just begun. "A Last Prayer"” RegretLife Tasks Undone Book:Poems Source: Poems
“Next time!" In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?” TimeHistoryFutureLove StoryCaliforniaNative AmericanNext TimeAmerican IndianCalendarFemale AuthorRamonaHelen Hunt JacksonOld California Book:Ramona Source: Ramona
“We have flattered ourselves by inventing proverbs of comparison in matter of blindness,--"blind as a bat," for instance. It would be safe to say that there cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families. Tempers strain and recover, hearts break and heal, strength falters, fails, and comes near to giving way altogether, every day, without being noted by the closest lookers-on.” FamilyHistoryLove StoryCaliforniaNative AmericanBlindnessAmerican IndianFemale AuthorFemale AuthorsRamonaHelen Hunt JacksonOld California Book:Ramona Source: Ramona
“There had been no crises of incident, or marked movements of experience such as in Felipe's imaginations of love were essential to the fulness of its growth. This is a common mistake on the part of those who have never felt love's true bonds. Once in those chains, one perceives that they are not of the sort full forged in a day. They are made as the great iron cables are made, on which bridges are swung across the widest water-channels,--not of single huge rods, or bars, which would be stronger, perhaps, to look at; but myriads of the finest wires, each one by itself so fine, so frail, it would barely hold a child's kite in the wind: by hundreds, hundreds of thousands of such, twisted, re-twisted together, are made the mighty cables, which do not any more swerve from their place in the air, under the weight and jar of the ceaseless traffic and tread of two cities, than the solid earth swerves under the same ceaseless weight and jar. Such cables do not break.” LoveHistoryRelationshipLove StoryCaliforniaNative AmericanBlindnessAmerican IndianFemale AuthorRamonaHelen Hunt JacksonOld California Book:Ramona Source: Ramona
“There is nothing so skilful in its own defence as imperious pride. It has an ingenious system of its own, of reprisals, -- a system so ingenious that the defeat must be sore indeed, after which it cannot still find some booty to bring off! And even greater than this ingenuity at reprisals is its capacity for self-deception. In this regard, it outdoes vanity a thousandfold. Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away...Such pride as this has led many a forlorn hope, on the earth, when all other motives have died out of men's breasts; has won many a crown, which has not been called by its true name.” PrideRamonaHelent Hunt Jackson Book:Ramona Source: Ramona
“Gazing around, looking up at the lofty pinnacles above, which seemed to pierce the sky, looking down upon the world,--it seemed the whole world, so limitless it stretched away at her feet,--feeling that infinite unspeakable sense of nearness to Heaven, remoteness from earth which comes only on mountain heights, she drew in a long breath of delight, and cried: "At last! at last, Alessandro! Here we are safe! This is freedom! This is joy!” SpiritualityHeavenNatureBeautyHistoryMountainLove StoryCaliforniaClimbingHikingNative AmericanAmerican IndianNatural BeautyFemale AuthorRamonaHelen Hunt JacksonOld California Book:Ramona Source: Ramona
“Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.” HurtSadnessSadPessimism Author:Helen Hunt Jackson