Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThe heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.
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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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Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.
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Men of cold passions have quick eyes.
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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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Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
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Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!
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Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.
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A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.
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Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.
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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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Though we speak nonsense, God will pick out the meaning of it.
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What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
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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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Ugliness without tact is horrible.
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