Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
Nathaniel HawthorneRead
I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
Interpretation
This quote reflects the struggle between one's external appearance and inner reality, highlighting the pain of self-awareness.
Nathaniel Hawthorne's quote delves into the profound conflict between one's outward persona and internal truth. It expresses a feeling of bitterness and anguish that arises from recognizing the disparity between how one is perceived by others and how one truly feels. This acknowledgment of a hidden self causes a deep emotional turmoil, suggesting that many people may grapple with similar feelings of incongruence in their lives.
In practice
This quote can be used in a personal development seminar to discuss self-acceptance.
Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part.
All merely graceful attributes are usually the most evanescent.
There is so much wretchedness in the world, that we may safely take the word of any mortal professing to need our assistance; and, even should we be deceived, still the good to ourselves resulting from a kind act is worth more than the trifle by which we purchase it.
Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart! Else it may be their miserable fortune, when some mightier touch than their own may have awakened all her sensibilities, to be reproached even for the calm content, the marble image of happiness, which they will have imposed upon her as the warm reality.
The thing you set your mind on is the thing you ultimately become.
I am a book I neither wrote nor read.
I am an Anglo-Catholic in religion, a classicist in literature and a royalist in politics.
It's not very fashionable, but I love life, and I believe that things disappear and reappear and nothing ever solidifies, no matter how middle-class, housebroken, staid, and solitary someone's life seems to be. That, I think, is what I'm writing about.
What distressed me most - more even than my own folly - was the perplexing question - How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near? Even with her altered complexion and face of dislike; disenchanted of the belief that clung around her; known for a living, walking sepulcher, faithless, deluding, traitorous; I felt, notwithstanding all this, that she was beautiful. Upon this I pondered with undiminished perplexity.
There must be something beyond slaughter and barbarism to support the existence of mankind and we must all help search for it.
No one who errs unwillingly is evil.
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