The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb. Nathaniel Hawthorne More Quotes by Nathaniel Hawthorne More Quotes From Nathaniel Hawthorne Happiness is like a butterfly. Nathaniel Hawthorne like-a-butterflybutterfly Though we speak nonsense, God will pick out the meaning of it. Nathaniel Hawthorne nonsensegods-willspeak What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self! Nathaniel Hawthorne darkheartlove 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. Nathaniel Hawthorne autumnsunshinefall What we need for our happiness is often close at hand, if we knew but how to seek for it. Nathaniel Hawthorne ifshandsneeds The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it! Nathaniel Hawthorne sphereswomenheart I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am! Nathaniel Hawthorne bitternessagonyheart Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers. Nathaniel Hawthorne rootsspringart There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger. Nathaniel Hawthorne fingerseyereal Nobody will use other people's experience, nor have any of his own till it is too late to use it. Nathaniel Hawthorne experiencetoo-latepeople Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly-arranged and well-provisioned breakfast-table. Nathaniel Hawthorne tablesdoorsbreakfast Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these. Nathaniel Hawthorne diseasebodyheart 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. Nathaniel Hawthorne guiltrealhouse Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature. Nathaniel Hawthorne intimatenaturefriendship Ugliness without tact is horrible. Nathaniel Hawthorne uglinesstacthorrible A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world. Nathaniel Hawthorne heroismheroworld The love of posterity is the consequence of the necessity of death. If a man were sure of living forever here, he would not care about his offspring. Nathaniel Hawthorne destinyforevermen Sunlight is painting. Nathaniel Hawthorne sunlightpaintingpain Cupid in these latter times has probably laid aside his bow and arrow, and uses fire-arms -- a pistol -- perhaps a revolver. Nathaniel Hawthorne arrowsusefire A man's bewilderment is the measure of his wisdom. Nathaniel Hawthorne bewildermentmen
