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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEWe dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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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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What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.
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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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Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.
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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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There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.
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A man’s bewilderment is the measure of his wisdom.
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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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A singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.
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Easy reading is damn hard writing.
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Generosity is the flower of justice.
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Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.
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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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To the untrue man, the whole universe is false- it is impalpable- it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself is in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist.
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Happiness is like a butterfly.
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