Nobody will use other people’s experience, nor have any of his own till it is too late to use it.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEJust as there comes a warm sunbeam into every cottage window, so comes a lovebeam of God’s care and pity for every separate need.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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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 a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.
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If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.
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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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Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
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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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Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.
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A man’s bewilderment is the measure of his wisdom.
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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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The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!
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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.
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Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
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And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
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Caresses, 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.
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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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