Helen Hunt
Helen Hunt
Helen Elizabeth Huntis an American actress, film director, and screenwriter. She starred in the sitcom Mad About You for seven years, and played single mother Carol Connelly in the 1997 romantic comedy film As Good as It Gets, for which she won the Academy Award for Best Actress. Some of her other notable films include Twister, Cast Away, What Women Want, Pay It Forward, and The Sessions, the latter garnered her a second Academy Award nomination. She made her directorial...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMovie Actress
Date of Birth15 June 1963
CityCulver City, CA
CountryUnited States of America
But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
When Time is spent, Eternity begins.
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
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.
That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.
O month when they who love must love and wed.
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.
Who waits until the wind shall silent keep Will never find the ready hour to sow.
Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?
Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one's self ...
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.
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.
Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill, And willow stems grow daily red and bright. These are days when ancients held a rite Of expiation for the old year's ill, And prayer to purify the new year's will.