Henry Ward Beecher
Henry Ward Beecher
Henry Ward Beecherwas an American Congregationalist clergyman, social reformer, and speaker, known for his support of the abolition of slavery, his emphasis on God's love, and his 1875 adultery trial...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionClergyman
Date of Birth24 June 1813
CountryUnited States of America
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We never know the love of the parent till we become parents ourselves.
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We never know the love of our parents for us till we have become parents.
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We should so live and labor in our times that what came to us as seed may go to the next generation as blossom, and what came to us as blossom may go to them as fruit. This expresses the true spirit in the love of mankind.
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Fear secretes acids; but love and trust are sweet juices.
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God's sovereignty is not in His right hand; God's sovereignty is not in His intellect; God's sovereignty is in His love.
love heart flames
Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.
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I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
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The true secret of giving advice is, after you have honestly given it, to be perfectly indifferent whether it is taken or not, and never persist in trying to set people right.
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What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.
love rivers world
Love is the river of life in the world.
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The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.
character love-is personality
Conscience is the frame of character, and love is the covering for it.
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There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.
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To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them - the whole leaf and root tribe. Not alone when they are in their glory, but in whatever state they are - in leaf, or rimed with frost, or powdered with snow, or crystal-sheathed in ice, or in severe outline stripped and bare against a November sky - we love them.