88 ordspråk av Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nathaniel Hawthorne föddes den
4 juli 1804 och dog den 19 mei
1864 - master of the allegorical and symbolic tale. One of the greatest fiction writers in American literature.
Mer info via Google eller Bing. Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream
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Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream
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Easy reading is damn hard writing.
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Easy reading is damned hard writing.
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Every individual has a place to fill in the world and is important in some respect whether he chooses to be so or not.
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Every young sculptor seems to think that he must give the world some specimen of indecorous womanhood, and call it Eve, Venus, a Nymph, or any name that may apologize for a lack of decent clothing.
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Generosity is the flower of justice.
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Great men have to be lifted upon the shoulders of the whole world, in order to conceive their great ideas, or perform their great deeds.
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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.
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Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you
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Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you
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Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
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I regret that I have but one life to give for my country.
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I wonder that we Americans love our country at all, it having no limits and no oneness; and when you try to make it a matter of the heart, everything falls away except one's native State; /neither can you seize hold of that, unless you tear it out of the Union, bleeding and quivering.
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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.
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