Life is made up of marble and mud.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEEcho is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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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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I have come to see the nonsense of attempting to describe fine scenery. There is no such possibility. If scenery could be adequately reproduced in words, there would have been no need of God’s making it in reality.
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We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.
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A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.
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Death should take me while I am in the mood.
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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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What we need for our happiness is often close at hand, if we knew but how to seek for it.
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Moonlight is sculpture.
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Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
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The trees reflected in the river – they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.
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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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What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!
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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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The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view.
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And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
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