The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNESalt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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Death should take me while I am in the mood.
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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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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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And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
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We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.
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Mountains are earth’s undecaying monuments.
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Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.
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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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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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Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.
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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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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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There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.
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What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
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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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