The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEHappiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
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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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This above all: be true, be true, be true.
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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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Life is made up of marble and mud.
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Mountains are earth’s undecaying monuments.
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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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Happiness is like a butterfly.
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Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.
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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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And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
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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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I want nothing to do with politicians. Their hearts wither away, and die out of their bodies. Their consciences are turned to india-rubber, or to some substance as black as that, and which will stretch as much.
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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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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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