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
differences shadow attractive
A screen... the scenery and the figures of life were perfectly represented, but with that bewitching, yet indescribably difference, which always makes a picture, an image, or a shadow, so much more attractive than the original.
eye men years
It was one of those moments—which sometimes occur only at the interval of years—when a man's moral aspect is faithfully revealed to his mind's eye. Not improbably, he had never before viewed himself as he did now.
air atmosphere earth
A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.
reflection voice echoes
Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.
witty money peace
It is my opinion that a man's soul may be buried and perish under a dung-heap, or in a furrow field, just as well as under a pile of money.
eden crime
Every crime destroys more Edens than our own
strong circles anxiety
There is no greater bugbear than a strong willed relative in the circle of his own connections.
life success becoming
Labor is the curse of the world, and nobody can meddle with it without becoming proportionately brutalized.
writing style disappear
The greatest possible mint of style is to make the words absolutely disappear into the thought.
spiritual rain rivers
The trees reflected in the river - they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.
writing ivy romance
Romance and poetry, ivy, lichens and wallflowers need ruin to make them grow.
dream failure vision
Let us acknowledge it wiser, if not more sagacious to follow out one's day-dream to its natural consummation, although if the vision has been worth the having, it is certain never to be consummated otherwise than by a failure.
beautiful death memories
It is not strange that that early love of the heart should come back, as it so often does when the dim eye is brightening with its last light. It is not strange that the freshest fountains the heart has ever known in its wastes should bubble up anew when the lifeblood is growing stagnant. It is not strange that a bright memory should come to a dying old man, as the sunshine breaks across the hills at the close of a stormy day; nor that in the light of that ray, the very clouds that made the day dark should grow gloriously beautiful.
death angel knowing
If human love hath power to penetrate the veil--and hath it not?--then there are yet living here a few who have the blessedness of knowing that an angel loves them.