This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEI 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.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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Just as there comes a warm sunbeam into every cottage window, so comes a lovebeam of God’s care and pity for every separate need.
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To do nothing is the way to be nothing.
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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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The trees reflected in the river – they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.
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What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.
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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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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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The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.
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Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.
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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 something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.
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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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A singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.
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Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.
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