Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEI find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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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 hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.
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Men of cold passions have quick eyes.
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There is great incongruity in this idea of monuments, since those to whom they are usually dedicated need no such recognition to embalm their memory; and any man who does, is not worthy of one.
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We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.
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Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.
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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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Happiness 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.
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It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.
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Eager 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.
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What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
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Life is made up of marble and mud.
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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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The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
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Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.
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