Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine — Nathaniel Hawthorne
Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; — Nathaniel Hawthorne
Our creator would never have made such lovely days, and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them — Nathaniel Hawthorne
Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart! — Nathaniel Hawthorne
What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! what jailer so inexorable as one’s self! — Nathaniel Hawthorne
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at the bottom. — Nathaniel Hawthorne
We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death. — Nathaniel Hawthorne
I hate track! I hate running! running around and around and around and around, and all you get is this little ribbon. — Nathaniel Hawthorne
Just as there comes a warm sunbeam into every cottage window, so comes a love-born of Gods care for every need. — Nathaniel Hawthorne
A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you’ve scowled upon. — Nathaniel Hawthorne
All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests. — Nathaniel Hawthorne
Every individual has a place to fill in the world and is important in some respect whether he chooses to be so or not. — Nathaniel Hawthorne