The secret is," said Phoebe, smiling, "that I have learned how to talk with hens and chickens.
Nathaniel HawthorneOn such a Sabbath morn, were we pure enough to be its medium, we should be conscious of the earth's natural worship ascending through our frames, on whatever spot of ground we stood.
Nathaniel HawthorneNext to the lightest heart, the heaviest is apt to be most playful.
Nathaniel HawthorneThe scene was not without a mixture of awe, such as must always invest the spectacle of guilt and shame in a fellow creature, before society shall have grown corrupt enough to smile, instead of shuddering at it.
Nathaniel HawthorneThe chasm was merely one of the orifices of that pit of blackness that lies beneath us..
Nathaniel HawthorneStichwörter: harry-bosch the-concrete-blonde the-marble-fawn
I shall do better amongst other faces; and these familiar ones, it need hardly be said, will do just as well without me.
Nathaniel HawthorneUna strana fatalità sembra costringere ogni essere umano ad aggirarsi, simile ad un fantasma, nei luoghi dove qualche grave avvenimento ha lasciato un profondo solco nella vita di lui; e codesta fatalità è tanto più inesorabile, quanto più quel solco sia di tristezza e di dolore.
Nathaniel HawthorneDrink then," he replied, still with the same cold composure.
"Does thou know mw so little Hester Pyrnne? Are my purposes wont to be so shallow? Even if I imagine a scheme of vengeance, what could i do better for my object than to let thee live-than to give the medicines against all harm and peril of life-so that this burning shame may still blaze upon thy bosom?
Stichwörter: vengeance bosom scheme
But Hester Prynne, with a mind of native courage and activity, and for so long a period not merely estranged, but outlawed, from society, had habituated herself to such latitude of speculation as was altogether foreign to the clergyman. She had wandered, without rule or guidance, in a moral wilderness [...]
Nathaniel HawthorneThe tendency of her fate and fortunes had been to set her free. The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers,—stern and wild ones,—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.
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