There is something akin to freedom in having a lover who has no control over you, except that which he gains by kindness and attachment.
Harriet Ann JacobsBut to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.
Harriet Ann JacobsLives that flash in sunshine, and lives that are born in tears, receive their hue from circumstances.
Harriet Ann Jacobs