Though we speak nonsense, God will pick out the meaning of it.
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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A singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.
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Accuracy is twin brother to honesty, and inaccuracy to dishonesty.
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It contributes greatly towards a man’s moral and intellectual health, to be brought into habits of companionship with individuals unlike himself, who care little for his pursuits, and whose sphere and abilities he must go out of himself to appreciate.
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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. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.
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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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Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.
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The thing you set your mind on is the thing you ultimately become.
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I find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it.
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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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And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
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Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.
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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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The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
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We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.
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