What we need for our happiness is often close at hand, if we knew but how to seek for it.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEOur 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.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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Happiness is like a butterfly.
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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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My fortune somewhat resembled that of a person who should entertain an idea of committing suicide, and, altogether beyond his hopes, meet with the good hap to be murdered.
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Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.
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Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.
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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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To do nothing is the way to be nothing.
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If mankind were all intellect, they would be continually changing, so that one age would be entirely unlike another. The great conservative is the heart, which remains the same in all ages; so that commonplaces of a thousand years’ standing are as effective as ever.
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There is evil in every human heart, which may remain latent, perhaps, through the whole of life; but circumstances may rouse it to activity.
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Life is made up of marble and mud.
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Easy reading is damn hard writing.
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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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Families are always rising and falling in America.
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When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.
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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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