I just finished reading Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe. I found it to be a very moving book and I can't wait to share it with the boys as part of "school" this fall. I loved how Stowe worded things, below are some of my favorite quotes. This list could go on and on!
“The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.” ― Harriet Beecher Stowe
“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.” ― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin
“Perhaps it is impossible for a person who does no good not to do harm.” ― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin
“It was the first time that ever George had sat down on equal terms at any white man's table; and he sat down, at first, with some constraint, and awkwardness; but they all exhaled and went off like fog, in the genial morning rays of this simple overflowing kindness.
This indeed, was a home, - home, -a word that George had never yet known a meaning for; and a belief in God, and trust in His providence, began to encircle his heart, as, with a golden cloud of protection and confidence, dark, misanthropic, pining, atheistic doubts, and fierce despair, melted away before the light of a living Gospel, breathed in living faces, preached by a thousand unconscious acts of love and good-will, which, like the cup of cold water given in the name of a disciple, shall never lose their reward.” ― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin
“What's your hurry?"
Because now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in," said Miss Ophelia.” ― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin
“What is it that sometimes speaks in the soul so calmly, so clearly, that its earthly time is short? Is it the secret instinct of decaying nature, or the soul's impulsive throb, as immortality draws on? Be what it may, it rested in the heart of Eva, a calm, sweet, prophetic certainty that Heaven was near; calm as the light of sunset, sweet as the bright stillness of autumn, there her little heart reposed, only troubled by sorrow for those who loved her so dearly.” ― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin