My fortune somewhat resembled that of a person who should entertain an idea of committing suicide, and, altogether beyond his hopes, meet with the good hap to be murdered.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEWherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.
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This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.
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Our Creator would never have made such lovely days, and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal.
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She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.
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Every individual has a place to fill in the world and is important in some respect whether he chooses to be so or not.
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Life is made up of marble and mud.
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Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.
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Sunlight is painting.
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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 is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
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Happiness is like a butterfly.
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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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The 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.
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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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A singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.
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