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 HAWTHORNECaresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
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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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Men of cold passions have quick eyes.
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The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view.
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Happiness is like a butterfly.
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Our Creator would never have made such lovely days, and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal.
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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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I want nothing to do with politicians. Their hearts wither away, and die out of their bodies. Their consciences are turned to india-rubber, or to some substance as black as that, and which will stretch as much.
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There is great incongruity in this idea of monuments, since those to whom they are usually dedicated need no such recognition to embalm their memory; and any man who does, is not worthy of one.
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Families are always rising and falling in America.
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Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.
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What we call real estate – the solid ground to build a house on – is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.
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Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.
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What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
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Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.
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