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
weed sweet apples
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.
eden crime
Every crime destroys more Edens than our own
sunshine giving pearls
No, my little Pearl! Thou must gather thine own sunshine. I have none to give thee.
ordinary poison quiet
There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.
letters would-be form
If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.
oxford despair world
The world surely has not another place like Oxford; it is a despair to see such a place and ever to leave it, for it would take a lifetime and more than one to comprehend and enjoy it satisfactorily.
butterfly like-a-butterfly
Happiness is like a butterfly...
rivals energy depth
The love of science to rival the love of woman, in its depth and absorbing energy.
weakness terrible
Strength is incomprehensible by weakness, and, therefore, the more terrible.
tales improbability marvelous
Nobody has any conscience about adding to the improbabilities of a marvelous tale.
agreement long propositions
You can get assent to almost any proposition so long as you are not going to do anything about it.
inspirational-love hate anger
It is to the credit of human nature, that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates. Hatred, by a gradual and quiet process, will even be transformed to love, unless the change be impeded by a continually new irritation of the original feeling of hostility.
substance instant loses
I find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it.
letters scarlet ifs
...if truth were everywhere to be shown, a scarlet letter would blaze forth on many a bosom...