Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThe calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.
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Mankind are earthen jugs with spirits in them.
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What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!
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Life is made up of marble and mud.
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Every individual has a place to fill in the world and is important in some respect whether he chooses to be so or not.
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The trees reflected in the river – they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.
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Words – so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.
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The book, if you would see anything in it, requires to be read in the clear, brown, twilight atmosphere in which it was written; if opened in the sunshine, it is apt to look exceedingly like a volume of blank pages.
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Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.
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Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!
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Men of cold passions have quick eyes.
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We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.
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Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.
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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. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.
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Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream.
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