Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nathaniel Hawthornewas an American novelist, Dark Romantic, and short story writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth4 July 1804
CountryUnited States of America
nature trying nonsense
I have come to see the nonsense of trying to describe fine scenery.
faith light splendor
Faith is a grand cathedral, with divinely pictured windows - standing without, you can see no glory, nor can imagine any, but standing within every ray of light reveals a harmony of unspeakable splendors.
should provision intensity
In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.
horse heart sound
I heard a neigh. Oh, such a brisk and melodious neigh it was. My very heart leapt with the sound.
ghost made interest
In all her intercourse with society, however, there was nothing that made her feel as if she belonged to it... She stood apart from mortal interests, yet close beside them, like a ghost that revisits the familiar fireside, and can no longer make itself seen or felt.
nature feelings may
There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings as now in October.
hate play selfishness
It is to the credit of human nature that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates.
flower justice generosity
Generosity is the flower of justice.
happiness lying reality
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.
music singing-songs voice
She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.
horrible tact ugliness
Ugliness without tact is horrible.
art spring roots
Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
ideas two long
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.
way
To do nothing is the way to be nothing.