The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes

“I had neglected to provide myself with books, and as we crept along at the dull rate of four miles per hour, I soon felt the foul fiend Ennui coming upon me”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Writings of Nathaniel Hawthorne: Tales and Sketches

“There is no other fear so horrible and unhumanizing as that which makes man dread to breathe heaven’s vital air lest it be poison, or to grasp the hand of a brother or friend lest the grip of the pestilence should clutch him.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne

“and outward enemies of the State. The latter were the savages, the former the Quakers; the energy expended by the early Puritans in resistance to the tomahawk not weakening their disposition to deal with spiritual dangers. They employed the same — or almost the same — weapons in both directions; the flintlock and the halberd against the Indians, and the cat-o’-nine-tails against the heretics. One of the longest, though by no means one of the most successful, of Hawthorne’s shorter tales (The Gentle Boy) deals with this pitiful persecution of the least aggressive of all schismatic bodies. William Hathorne, who had been made a magistrate of the town of Salem, where a grant of land had been offered him as an inducement to residence, figures in New England history as having given orders that “Anne Coleman and four of her friends” should be whipped through Salem, Boston, and Dedham.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne

“must reside in his latent New England savour; and I think it no more than just to say that whatever entertainment he may yield to those who know him at a distance, it is an almost indispensable condition of properly appreciating him to have received a personal impression of the manners, the morals, indeed of the very climate, of the great region of which the remarkable city of Boston is the metropolis. The cold, bright air of New England seems to blow through his pages, and these, in the opinion of many people, are the medium in which it is most agreeable to make the acquaintance of that tonic atmosphere.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne

“But as for Rappaccini, it is said of him — and I, who know the man well, can answer for its truth — that he cares infinitely more for science than for mankind. His patients are interesting to him only as subjects for some new experiment. He would sacrifice human life, his own among the rest, or whatever else was dearest to him, for the sake of adding so much as a grain of mustard seed to the great heap of his accumulated knowledge.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne

“Could it be true? She clutched the child so fiercely to her breast, that it sent forth a cry; she turned her eyes downward at the scarlet letter, and even touched it with her finger, to assure herself that the infant and the shame were real. Yes! — these were her realities, — all else had vanished!”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne

“It may be remarked, however, that, of all the events which constitute a person’s biography, there is scarcely one — none, certainly, of anything like a similar importance — to which the world so easily reconciles itself as to his death.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Essays, Letters and Memoirs

“The gloomy and desolate old house, deserted of life, and with awful Death sitting sternly in its solitude, was the emblem of many a human heart, which, nevertheless, is compelled to hear the thrill and echo of the world’s gayety around it.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Essays, Letters and Memoirs

“a golden liquid, worth more than liquid gold;”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Essays, Letters and Memoirs

“It is but for a moment, comparatively, that anything looks strange or startling, — a truth that has the bitter and the sweet in it.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Essays, Letters and Memoirs

“Here and there, a few drops of this freshness were scattered on a human heart, and gave it youth again, and sympathy with the eternal youth of nature. The artist chanced to be one on whom the reviving influence fell. It made him feel — what he sometimes almost forgot, thrust so early as he had been into the rude struggle of man with man — how youthful he still was. “It seems to me,” he observed, “that I never watched the coming of so beautiful an eve, and never felt anything so very much like happiness as at this moment. After all, what a good world we live in! How good, and beautiful! How young it is, too, with nothing really rotten or age-worn in it! This old house, for example, which sometimes has positively oppressed my breath with its smell of decaying timber! And this garden, where the black mould always clings to my spade, as if I were a sexton delving in a graveyard! Could I keep the feeling that now possesses me, the garden would every day be virgin soil, with the earth’s first freshness in the flavor of its beans and squashes; and the house! — it would be like a bower in Eden, blossoming with the earliest roses that God ever made. Moonlight, and the sentiment in man’s heart responsive to it, are the greatest of renovators and reformers. And all other reform and renovation, I suppose, will prove to be no better than moonshine!”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Essays, Letters and Memoirs

“With the lapse of every moment, the garden grew more picturesque;”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Essays, Letters and Memoirs

“It may be so,” said Dr. Clarke, frowning as he spoke; “but I tell you, sir, I could wellnigh doubt the justice of the Heaven above us if no signal humiliation overtake this lady who now treads so haughtily into yonder mansion. She seeks to place herself above the sympathies of our common nature, which envelops all human souls; see if that nature do not assert its claim over her in some mode that shall bring her level with the lowest.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne

“With your pardon, sir,” replied Dr. Clarke, a physician and a famous champion of the popular party, “whatever the heralds may pretend, a dead beggar must have precedence of a living queen. King Death confers high privileges.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne

“The wet sidewalks gleam with a broad sheet of red light. The raindrops glitter as if the sky were pouring down rubies. The spouts gush with fire. Methinks the scene is an emblem of the deceptive glare which mortals throw around their footsteps in the moral world, thus bedazzling themselves till they forget the impenetrable obscurity that hems them in, and that can be dispelled only by radiance from above.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne

“Sometimes, moreover, he made personal application to individuals, holding out his small black palm, and otherwise plainly signifying his excessive desire for whatever filthy lucre might happen to be in anybody’s pocket. The mean and low, yet strangely manlike expression of his wilted countenance; the prying and crafty glance, that showed him ready to gripe at every miserable advantage; his enormous tail (too enormous to be decently concealed under his gabardine), and the deviltry of nature which it betokened, — take this monkey just as he was, in short, and you could desire no better image of the Mammon of copper coin, symbolizing the grossest form of the love of money. Neither was there any possibility of satisfying the covetous little devil.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Essays, Letters and Memoirs

“In a little while the guest became sensible of the fragrance of the yet untasted coffee. He quaffed it eagerly. The subtle essence acted on him like a charmed draught, and caused the opaque substance of his animal being to grow transparent, or, at least, translucent; so that a spiritual gleam was transmitted through it, with a clearer lustre than hitherto. “More, more!” he cried, with nervous haste in his utterance, as if anxious to retain his grasp of what sought to escape him. “This is what I need! Give me more!” Under this delicate and powerful influence he sat more erect, and looked out from his eyes with a glance that took note of what it rested on. It was not so much that his expression grew more intellectual; this, though it had its share, was not the most peculiar effect. Neither was what we call the moral nature so forcibly awakened as to present itself in remarkable prominence. But a certain fine temper of being was now not brought out in full relief, but changeably and imperfectly betrayed, of which it was the function to deal with all beautiful and enjoyable things. In a character where it should exist as the chief attribute, it would bestow on its possessor an exquisite taste, and an enviable susceptibility of happiness. Beauty would be his life; his aspirations would all tend toward it; and, allowing his frame and physical organs to be in consonance, his own developments would likewise be beautiful.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Essays, Letters and Memoirs

“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.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Essays, Letters and Memoirs

“But it were folly to lay any stress on stories of this kind, which are sure to spring up around such an event as that now related, and which, as in the present case, sometimes prolong themselves for ages afterwards, like the toadstools that indicate where the fallen and buried trunk of a tree has long since mouldered into the earth.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Essays, Letters and Memoirs

“On all sides I could hear the creaking of the bedsteads, as the brethren of Blithedale started from slumber, and thrust themselves into their habiliments, all awry, no doubt, in their haste to begin the reformation of the world.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne: The Scarlet Letter with its Adaptation, The House of the Seven Gables, The Blithedale ... Stories, Poems, Essays, Letters and M...