Life is made up of marble and mud.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEIf the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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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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Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.
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Death should take me while I am in the mood.
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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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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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What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!
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Ugliness without tact is horrible.
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Though we speak nonsense, God will pick out the meaning of 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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We go all wrong by too strenuous a resolution to go right.
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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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I 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.
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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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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 a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
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