But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.
 Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin (1852). copy citation

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Author Harriet Beecher Stowe
Source Uncle Tom's Cabin
Topic life
Date 1852
Language English
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“But the real remained,—the real, like the flat, bare, oozy tide-mud, when the blue sparkling wave, with all its company of gliding boats and white-winged ships, its music of oars and chiming waters, has gone down, and there it lies, flat, slimy, bare,—exceedingly real. Of 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. There is a most busy and important round of eating, drinking, dressing, walking, visiting, buying, selling, talking, reading, and all that makes up what is commonly called living, yet to be gone through;” source