What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEWhat a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThe 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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThere is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEI 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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThe trees reflected in the river – they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNELove, 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 HAWTHORNELife is made up of marble and mud.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEReligion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEA man’s bewilderment is the measure of his wisdom.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEWhat other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThe calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEHappiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEWhat we need for our happiness is often close at hand, if we knew but how to seek for it.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEI have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNESunlight is painting.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEHappiness 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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE