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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThere is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
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Happiness is like a butterfly.
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If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.
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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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Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
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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.
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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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At no time are people so sedulously careful to keep their trifling appointments, attend to their ordinary occupations, and thus put a commonplace aspect on life, as when conscious of some secret that if suspected would make them look monstrous in the general eye.
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Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.
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Though we speak nonsense, God will pick out the meaning of it.
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Mountains are earth’s undecaying monuments.
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It contributes greatly towards a man’s moral and intellectual health, to be brought into habits of companionship with individuals unlike himself, who care little for his pursuits, and whose sphere and abilities he must go out of himself to appreciate.
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She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.
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Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.
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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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