Helen Hunt Quotes

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit.

The tongue is more easily controlled than the features of the face; and though the heart may be secret, the face is transparent.

We can live a life full and complete, thinking with our heads but living from our hearts.

When you first entered the restaurant, I thought you were handsome... and then, of course, you spoke.

I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather.

O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

Like a blind spinner in the sun,I tread my days:I know that all the threads will runAppointed ways.I know each day will bring its task,And being blind no more I ask.

I think that all of us are 5-year-olds and we don't want to be embarrassed in the schoolyard.

I do eat well. I try to love my body. That is what I tell my daughter. I say, 'Love every bite of food. Love your body. We're all going to be dead soon.' Actually I don't say that last thing to her.

If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.

Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.

The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures; such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have.

Marriage takes your whole heart; selfish people can't pull it off.

I think I'm a weird combination of deeply introverted and very daring. I can feel both those things working.

I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?

I've always had to force myself to make friends and speak to people. My parents were quiet, and it took me a while to get used to the fact that people talk about their feelings, their problems.

The voice of one who goes before, to makeThe paths of June more beautiful, is thineSweet May!

Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.

Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!

O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passions,--sweeter days are thine!

O month when they who love must love and wed.

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

A small step in a good direction.

O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.

Pity and friendship seek different habitations.

You either have a baby, want a baby, or don't want a baby, but you don't nothing a baby if you're in your 30s or 40s.

Oh, write of me, not Died in bitter pains, but Emigrated to another star!

Who longest waits most surely wins.

That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.

Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one's self.

Who waits until the wind shall silent keep Will never find the ready hour to sow.

Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last.

The new is older than the old; And newest friend is oldest friend in this: That, waiting him, we longest grieved to miss One thing we sought.

On the king's gate the moss grew gray;The king came not. They called him deadAnd made his eldest son one daySlave in his father's stead.

The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.

Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.

Who longest wait of all surely wins.

I actually have a life I said I wanted to have. I wanted to tell stories I want and be with my family. I'm whispering it, because I'm a quarter Jewish and afraid it's all going to be taken away.

We all feel disabled in some way. We all feel imperfect. It's hard to be looked at for various reasons.