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Harriet Beecher Stowe

Datum narození: 14. červen 1811
Datum úmrtí: 1. červenec 1896

Harriet Beecher Stoweová byla americká spisovatelka a abolicionistka. Pocházela z americké rodiny, ve které byla zakořeněná puritánská tradice a odpor k otrokářství. Jejím nejznámějším dílem je román Chaloupka strýčka Toma, který významně ovlivnil Ameriku i Británii v boji proti otroctví. Celkově napsala přes dvacet knih, tři cestopisy a kolekce článků a dopisů. Svou spisovatelskou kariérou a veřejným vystupováním se aktivně podílela na změně společenských poměrů tehdejší doby.

Citáty Harriet Beecher Stowe

„Když se dostaneš do úzkých a všechno jde proti tobě a zdá se, že už to déle nevydržíš, nikdy to nevzdávej, neboť to je právě to místo a okamžik, kdy se příliv vrátí.“

„Nejtrpčí slzy roníme nad hroby, pro nevyřčená slova a nevykonané skutky“

„The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.“ Uncle Tom's Cabin

„Soon after the completion of his college course, his whole nature was kindled into one intense and passionate effervescence of romantic passion. His hour came,—the hour that comes only once; his star rose in the horizon,—that star that rises so often in vain, to be remembered only as a thing of dreams; and it rose for him in vain. To drop the figure,—he saw and won the love of a high-minded and beautiful woman, in one of the northern states, and they were affianced. He returned south to make arrangements for their marriage, when, most unexpectedly, his letters were returned to him by mail, with a short note from her guardian, stating to him that ere this reached him the lady would be the wife of another. Stung to madness, he vainly hoped, as many another has done, to fling the whole thing from his heart by one desperate effort. Too proud to supplicate or seek explanation, he threw himself at once into a whirl of fashionable society, and in a fortnight from the time of the fatal letter was the accepted lover of the reigning belle of the season; and as soon as arrangements could be made, he became the husband of a fine figure, a pair of bright dark eyes, and a hundred thousand dollars; and, of course, everybody thought him a happy fellow.

The married couple were enjoying their honeymoon, and entertaining a brilliant circle of friends in their splendid villa, near Lake Pontchartrain, when, one day, a letter was brought to him in that well-remembered writing. It was handed to him while he was in full tide of gay and successful conversation, in a whole room-full of company. He turned deadly pale when he saw the writing, but still preserved his composure, and finished the playful warfare of badinage which he was at the moment carrying on with a lady opposite; and, a short time after, was missed from the circle. In his room, alone, he opened and read the letter, now worse than idle and useless to be read. It was from her, giving a long account of a persecution to which she had been exposed by her guardian's family, to lead her to unite herself with their son: and she related how, for a long time, his letters had ceased to arrive; how she had written time and again, till she became weary and doubtful; how her health had failed under her anxieties, and how, at last, she had discovered the whole fraud which had been practised on them both. The letter ended with expressions of hope and thankfulness, and professions of undying affection, which were more bitter than death to the unhappy young man. He wrote to her immediately:

I have received yours,—but too late. I believed all I heard. I was desperate. I am married, and all is over. Only forget,—it is all that remains for either of us."

And thus ended the whole romance and ideal of life for Augustine St. Clare. But the real remained,—the real, like the flat, bare, oozy tide-mud, when the blue sparkling wave, with all its company of gliding boats and white-winged ships, its music of oars and chiming waters, has gone down, and there it lies, flat, slimy, bare,—exceedingly real.

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.“
Uncle Tom's Cabin

„The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.“ Little Foxes: Or, the Insignificant Little Habits Which Mar Domestic Happiness

„When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you until it seems that you cannot hold on for a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time when the tide will turn.“

„... the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.“ Uncle Tom's Cabin

„Common sense is seeing things as they are; and doing things as they ought to be.“

„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. There is a most busy and important round of eating, drinking, dressing, walking, visiting, buying, selling, talking, reading, and all that makes up what is commonly called living, yet to be gone through…“ Uncle Tom's Cabin

„There are in this world blessed souls, whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others; whose earthly hopes, laid in the grave with many tears, are the seed from which spring healing flowers and balm for the desolate and the distressed.“ Uncle Tom's Cabin

„Once in an age God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false-imagining, an unreal character, but looking through the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our nature,--loves, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be.“

„For how imperiously, how coolly, in disregard of all one’s feelings, does the hard, cold, uninteresting course of daily realities move on! Still we must eat, and drink, and sleep, and wake again, - still bargain, buy, sell, ask and answer questions, - pursue, in short, a thousand shadows, though all interest in them be over; the cold, mechanical habit of living remaining, after all vital interest in it has fled.“ Uncle Tom's Cabin

„Perhaps it is impossible for a person who does no good not to do harm.“ Uncle Tom's Cabin

„The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.“

„Any mind that is capable of a real sorrow is capable of good.“ Uncle Tom's Cabin

„Treat 'em like dogs, and you'll have dogs' works and dogs' actions. Treat 'em like men, and you'll have men's works.“ Uncle Tom's Cabin

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