Quotes
Quotes - Hawthorne
Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be true.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer is as inexorable as one's self!
Easy reading is damned hard writing.
From principles is derived probability, but truth or certainty is obtained only from facts.
From principles is derived probability, but truth or certainty is obtained only from facts.
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.
And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined chimney rising our of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer--apples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of times vicissitude.
Thus we see, too, in the world that some persons assimilate only what is ugly and evil from the same moral circumstances which supply good and beautiful results--the fragrance of celestial flowers--to the daily life of others.
When individuals approach one another with deep purposes on both sides they seldom come at once to the matter which they have most at heart. They dread the electric shock of a too sudden contact with it.
Every crime destroys more Edens than our own.
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.
A bodily disease may be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual past.
"Here, dearest Eve," he exclaims, "here is food." "Well," answered she, with the germ of a housewife stirring within her, "we have been so busy to-day that a picked-up dinner must serve."
Is it a factâor have I dreamt itâthat, by means of electricity, the world of matter has become a great nerve, vibrating thousands of miles in a breathless point of time?
It is a suggestive idea to track those worn feet backward through all the paths they have trodden ever since they were the tender and rosy little feet of a baby, and (cold as they now are) were kept warm in his mother's hand.
Perhaps, moreover, he whose genius appears deepest and truest excels his fellows in nothing save the knack of expression; he throws out occasionally a lucky hint at truths of which every human soul is profoundly though unutterably conscious.
A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
What we call real estate--the solid ground to build a house on--is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.
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.
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 past -Nathaniel Hawthorne.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart. What jailer so inexorable as one's self? -Nathaniel Hawthorne.
No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be true.
Every individual has a place to fill in the world, and is important, in some respect, whether he chooses to be so or not.
Moonlight is sculpture.
