The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Harriet Beecher StoweOf 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.
Harriet Beecher StoweThere are in this world two kinds of natures, - those that have wings, and those that have feet, - the winged and the walking spirits. The walking are the logicians; the winged are the instinctive and poetic.
Harriet Beecher Stowe