We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEEager 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.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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What we need for our happiness is often close at hand, if we knew but how to seek for it.
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Ugliness without tact is horrible.
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The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may going to prove one’s self a fool.
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Nobody will use other people’s experience, nor have any of his own till it is too late to use it.
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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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The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure – that is the choicest of all.
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I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
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Generosity is the flower of justice.
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Death should take me while I am in the mood.
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At no time are people so sedulously careful to keep their trifling appointments, attend to their ordinary occupations, and thus put a commonplace aspect on life, as when conscious of some secret that if suspected would make them look monstrous in the general eye.
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No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
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A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part.
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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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Life is made up of marble and mud.
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The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.
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