Rappaccini's Daughter Quotes

“There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“How often is it the case that, when impossibilities have come to pass and dreams have condensed their misty substance into tangible realities, we find ourselves calm, and evenly coldly self-possessed, amid circumstances which it would have been a delirium of joy or agony to anticipate!”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“Blessed are all simple emotions, be they dark or bright! It is the lurid intermixture of the two that
produces the illuminating blaze of the infernal regions.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“By all appreciable signs, they loved; they had looked love, with eyes that conveyed the holy secret from the depths of one soul into the depths of the other, as if it were too sacred to be whispered by the way; they had even spoken love, in those gushes of passion when their spirits darted forth in articulated breath, like tongues of long-hidden flame; and yet there had been no seal of lips, no clasp of hands, nor any slightest caress, such as love claims and hallows.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“But there is an influence in the light of the morning that tends to rectify whatever errors of fancy, or even of judgment, we may have incurred during the sun's decline, or among the shadows of the night, or in the less wholesome glow of moonshine.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“Thou, -- dost thou pray?” cried Giovanni, still with the same fiendish scorn. “Thy very prayers, as they come from thy lips, taint the atmosphere with death. Yes, yes; let us pray! Let us to church and dip our fingers in the holy water at the portal! They that come after us will perish as by a pestilence! Let us sign crosses in the air! It will be scattering curses abroad in the likeness of holy symbols!”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“They had looked love with eyes that conveyed the holy secret from the depths of one soul into the depths of the other, as if it were too sacred to be whispered.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“Oh, how stubbornly does love,—or even that cunning semblance of love which flourishes in the imagination, but strikes no depth of root into the heart,—how stubbornly does it hold its faith until the moment comes when it is doomed to vanish into thin mist!”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“She was as lovely as the dawn, and gorgeous as the sunset”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“By all appreciable signs, they loved; they had looked love, with eyes that conveyed the holy secret from the depths of one soul into the depths of the other, as if it were too sacred to be whispered by the way; they had even spoken love, in those gushes of passion when their spirits darted forth in articulated breath, like tongues of long-hidden flame;”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“All beneath his eye was a solitude. The strange plants were basking in the sunshine, and now and then nodding gently to one another, as if in acknowledgment of sympathy and kindred. In the midst, by the shattered fountain, grew the magnificent shrub, with its purple gems clustering all over it; they glowed in the air, and gleamed back again out of the depths of the pool, which thus seemed to overflow with coloured radiance from the rich reflection that was steeped in it.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“Miserable!” exclaimed Rappaccini. “What mean you, foolish girl? Dost thou deem it misery to be endowed with marvellous gifts against which no power nor strength could avail an enemy—misery, to be able to quell the mightiest with a breath—misery, to be as terrible as thou art beautiful? Wouldst thou, then, have preferred the condition of a weak woman, exposed to all evil and capable of none?”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“But, to tell you my private mind, Signor Giovanni, he should receive little credit for such instances of success - they being probably the work of chance - but should be held strictly accountable for his failures, which may justly be considered his own work.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“How often is it the case that, when impossibilities have come to pass and dreams have condensed their misty substance into tangible realities, we find ourselves calm, and even coldly self-possessed, amid circumstances which it would have been a delirium of joy or agony to anticipate!”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“These reminiscences and associations, together with the tendency to heart-break natural to a young man for the first time out of his native sphere, caused Giovanni to sigh heavily[.]”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“Habría querido ser amada, no temida - murmuró Beatrice, desplomándose en el suelo-. Pero ahora y no importa.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“Ella debía pasar dolorosamente, con su corazón destrozado, a través de las fronteras del tiempo; debía lavar sus heridas en alguna fuene del Paraíso, y olvidar su pena en la luz de la inmortalidad; ¡y allí estaría a salvo!”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“¡O, espíritu débil, egoísta, indigno, que aún podía soñar con una unión y felicidad terrenales depués de haber agraviado con tan amargas e injustas palabras el profundo amor que por él sentía Beatrice.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“Ahora, si tu aliento es por fortuna tan fatal para nosotros como para todos los demás, unamos nuestros labios en un beso de odio inexpresable, ¡y muramos así!”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“Por todos los signos que se podían apreciar, se amaban; habían mirado el amor con ojos que transmitían el santo secreto de las profundidades de un alma a las profundidades de la otra, como si fuera algo demasiado sagrado siquiera para ser sususurrado incluso habían hablado de amor en esas efusiones de pasión, cuando sus espíritus afloraban en el aliento elocuente, como lenguas de una llama durante mucho tiempo escondida; y, sin embargo, ese amor nunca había sido sellado por sus labios, ni se habían tomado de las manos, ni había existido la más ligera caricia como las que el amor demanda y reverencia.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter

“En cuanto a Rappaccini, se dice de él que cuida más a la ciencia que a la humanidad, y yo, que le conozco bien, puedo responder de la verdad que tal afirmación.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, Rappaccini's Daughter