What is there so ponderous in evil, that a thumb's bigness of it should outweigh the mass of things not evil, which were heaped into the other scale! Nathaniel Hawthorne More Quotes by Nathaniel Hawthorne More Quotes From Nathaniel Hawthorne I find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it. Nathaniel Hawthorne instantlosessubstance Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind. Nathaniel Hawthorne shadoweternitytime She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom. Nathaniel Hawthorne scarletfreedomweight 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 Hawthorne heartlovelife What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow. Nathaniel Hawthorne marriagefashionlove Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it. Nathaniel Hawthorne wild-geesedreamhappiness 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. Nathaniel Hawthorne shadowlightmen The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison. Nathaniel Hawthorne soilliteraturemight The breath of peace was fanning her glorious brow, her head was bowed a very little forward, and a tress, escaping from its bonds, fell by the side of her pure white temple, and close to her just opened lips; it hung there motionless! no breath disturbed its repose! She slept as an angel might sleep, having accomplished the mission of her God. Nathaniel Hawthorne escapingangelsleep I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of creation. It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green. Nathaniel Hawthorne gardentakensummer Easy reading is damn hard writing. Nathaniel Hawthorne powerfulreadingwriting We men of study, whose heads are in our books, have need to be straightly looked after! We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep. Nathaniel Hawthorne dreamsleepbook What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste? Nathaniel Hawthorne musicvoicesong Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart! Else it may be their miserable fortune, when some mightier touch than their own may have awakened all her sensibilities, to be reproached even for the calm content, the marble image of happiness, which they will have imposed upon her as the warm reality. Nathaniel Hawthorne passionheartlove 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. Nathaniel Hawthorne expressionrootslove Halfway down a by-street of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, facing towards various points of the compass, and a huge, clustered chimney in the midst. The street is Pyncheon Street; the house is the old Pyncheon House; and an elm-tree, of wide circumference, rooted before the door, is familiar to every town-born child by the title of the Pyncheon Elm. Nathaniel Hawthorne housedoorschildren The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure - that is the choicest of all. Nathaniel Hawthorne inwardpleasure Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb. Nathaniel Hawthorne readingmenbook Nothing is more unaccountable than the spell that often lurks in a spoken word. A thought may be present to the mind, and two minds conscious of the same thought, but as long as it remains unspoken their familiar talk flows quietly over the hidden idea. Nathaniel Hawthorne twolongideas That pit of blackness that lies beneath us, everywhere ... the firmest substance of human happiness is but a thin crust spread over it, with just reality enough to bear up the illusive stage-scenery amid which we tread. It needs no earthquake to open the chasm. Nathaniel Hawthorne happinesslyingreality
