If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.
Nathaniel HawthorneNathaniel Hawthorne 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.
Nathaniel HawthorneNathaniel Hawthorne Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.
Nathaniel HawthorneNathaniel Hawthorne A man’s bewilderment is the measure of his wisdom.
Nathaniel HawthorneNathaniel Hawthorne 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.
Nathaniel HawthorneNathaniel Hawthorne The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view.
Nathaniel HawthorneNathaniel Hawthorne We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.
Nathaniel HawthorneNathaniel Hawthorne A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part.
Nathaniel HawthorneNathaniel Hawthorne Moonlight is sculpture.
Nathaniel HawthorneNathaniel Hawthorne 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.
Nathaniel HawthorneNathaniel Hawthorne Even with broken wings, she dares to fly. And even with a broken heart, she dares to love.
Divya khandalDivya khandal And I refuse to apologize until the very end for the way that I feel – my feelings are valid too.
Carmen AmadosCarmen Amados Contemplate your own mortality daily, then see how much we must change.
Chris AllchinChris Allchin Poetry is the voice of the soul and the inspiration of the heart.
Teresa PeresTeresa Peres We parted sadly, like children in the street on a pleasant june afternoon.
Iestyn TudorIestyn Tudor And what shall I call you? Yours. In this life, the ones before, and all others thereafter.
Alexandra MichelleAlexandra Michelle
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