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
children doors house
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.
integrity hands needs
A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.
music singing-songs voice
She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.
women heart spheres
The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!
dream book sleep
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.
hero heroism world
A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.
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.
doors breakfast tables
Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly-arranged and well-provisioned breakfast-table.
love passion heart
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.
love heart wish
I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you.
beautiful eye reality
When the Artist rises high enough to achieve the Beautiful, the symbol by which he makes it perceptible to mortal senses becomes of little value in his eyes, while his spirit possesses itself in the enjoyment of the reality.
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.
freedom weight scarlet
She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.
brother honesty twins
Accuracy is the twin brother of honesty; inaccuracy, of dishonesty.