Helen Hunt Jackson Quotes

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

Helen Hunt Jackson

Recitation: by Male by Female

Author Biography

  • Author Profession: writer
  • Nationality: american
  • Birth: October 15, 1830 - August 12, 1885

Topics

MotherEyesMenBabyRoseSee

Record companies are not unique. Artists are. Period!

Jimmy Iovine

UniqueArtistsRecordPeriod

You are richer for doing things.

Jessica Tandy

DoingYouThingsRicher

I practically lived in the woods when I was a kid, avoiding grown-ups and my dysfunctional family, pretending I was half-wolf, a feral child who napped in nests made out of ferns, ate wild blueberries, and wove sticks and feathers into her hair.

Jennifer McMahon

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To be outspoken, or different at all, is a problem for women.

Megan Fox

WomenProblemDifferentOutspoken

I got to have a great big knock-down, drag-out fight with Sylvester Stallone. Every actor should have that much fun at some point. You can hit him as hard as you can, and it's never enough for him.

John Lithgow

GreatFightFunEnoughYouActor

The rich don't work for money - the rich invent money.

Robert Kiyosaki

WorkMoneyRichInvent

People still look at Michael Jackson as being a Motown artist.

Smokey Robinson

PeopleArtistLookMotownBeing

To me there is no more depressing sight than a five-year-old staring at a screen, unsmiling, mouse in hand. Besides whatever dreadful things this prolonged exposure to screens is doing to their brains, computer games tend to be solitary affairs, and produce little laughter.

Tom Hodgkinson

LaughterMeDoingGamesHandSight

Workers are baking the pie of prosperity, but they're not sharing in those dividends. That's unfair.

Tom Perez

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For me, the teen years were all about searching for a place for myself, wondering why I seemed so different than everyone else, wondering especially why no one could look past the surface and figure out who I really was underneath.

Robin Wasserman

MyselfPastTeenMeLookPlace

Will you, my countrymen, the descendants of these men, warmed by their blood, inheriting their language, and having the principles for which they struggled confided to your care, allow them to be violated in your hands?

Joseph Howe

MenCareLanguageHandsYouBlood

My writing is about connecting ways of talking to human relationships. My purpose is to show that linguistics has something to offer in understanding and improving relationships.

Deborah Tannen

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