Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
Ah, but let her cover the mark as she will, the pang of it will be always in her heart.
She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.
Sunlight is painting.
Life is made up of marble and mud.
A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.
What we need for our happiness is often close at hand, if we knew but how to seek for it.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
How slowly I have made my way in life! How much is still to be done!
Death should take me while I am in the mood.
She could no longer borrow from the future to help her through the present grief.
Every individual has a place to fill in the world, and is important, in some respect, whether he chooses to be so or not.
Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart.
Happiness is a butterfly which when pursued is just out of grasp… But if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
Who can tell where happiness may come, or where, though an expected guest, it may never show its face?
The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed.
We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream: it may be so the moment after death.
We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.
Love, whether newly born or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world.
A bodily disease, which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may, after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part.
Nervous and excitable persons need to talk a great deal, by way of letting off their steam.
Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.
If we would know what heaven is before we come thither, let us retire into the depths of our own spirits, and we shall find it there among holy thoughts and feelings.
No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike. Times change, and people change; and if our hearts do not change as readily, so much the worse for us.
Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained.
Shall we never never get rid of this Past? ... It lies upon the Present like a giant's dead body.
Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of affections, as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
