Frases de Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Nathaniel Hawthorne foi um escritor norte-americano, considerado o primeiro grande escritor dos Estados Unidos e o maior contista de seu país, sendo o responsável por tornar o puritanismo de sua época um dos temas centrais da tradição gótica. Wikipedia  

✵ 4. Julho 1804 – 19. Maio 1864
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Nathaniel Hawthorne Frases famosas

“Ninguém pode, por muito tempo, ter um rosto para si mesmo e outro para a multidão sem no final confundir qual deles é o verdadeiro.”

No man for any considerate period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
Nathaniel Hawthorne citado em "The American mercury", Volume 58‎ - Página 693, George Jean Nathan, Henry Louis Mencken - American Mercury, 1944

“As carícias são tão necessárias para a vida dos sentimentos como as folhas para as árvores. Sem elas, o amor morre pela raiz.”

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections, as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
Our old home: a series of English sketches‎ - Página 236 http://books.google.com.br/books?id=-kYgAAAAMAAJ&pg=PA236, Nathaniel Hawthorne - Houghton, Mifflin, 1868 - 380 páginas

Nathaniel Hawthorne: Frases em inglês

“A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.”

Nathaniel Hawthorne livro The Scarlet Letter

Fonte: The Scarlet Letter (1850), Chapter XII: The Minister's Vigil

“Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.”

Nathaniel Hawthorne livro The Scarlet Letter

Fonte: The Scarlet Letter (1850), Chapter X: The Leech and His Patient

“Let the black flower blossom as it may!”

Nathaniel Hawthorne livro The Scarlet Letter

Fonte: The Scarlet Letter (1850), Chapter XIV: Hester and the Physician

“You are my evil spirit… you and the hard course world!”

as spoken by Owen Warland
"The Artist of the Beautiful" (1844)

“As the moral gloom of the world overpowers all systematic gaiety, even so was their home of wild mirth made desolate amid the sad forest.”

Nathaniel Hawthorne livro The Maypole of Merry Mount

"The Maypole of Merry Mount" (1836) from Twice-Told Tales (1837, 1851)

“"Never, never!" whispered she. "What we did had a consecration of its own."”

Nathaniel Hawthorne livro The Scarlet Letter

Fonte: The Scarlet Letter (1850), Chapter XVII: The Pastor and His Parishioner

“Nervous and excitable persons need to talk a great deal, by way of letting off their steam.”

December 1853
Notebooks, The English Notebooks (1853 - 1858)

“The young have less charity for aged follies than the old for those of youth.”

Nathaniel Hawthorne livro The Wedding Knell

"The Wedding Knell" (1837) from Twice-Told Tales (1837, 1851)

“Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.”

Nathaniel Hawthorne livro The Scarlet Letter

Fonte: The Scarlet Letter (1850), Chapter IX: The Leech

“If a man, sitting all alone, cannot dream strange things, and make them look like truth, he need never try to write romances.”

Nathaniel Hawthorne livro The Scarlet Letter

Introduction: The Custom-House
The Scarlet Letter (1850)

“While the lime-burner was struggling with the horror of these thoughts, Ethan Brand rose from the log, and flung open the door of the kiln. The action was in such accordance with the idea in Bertram's mind, that he almost expected to see the Evil One issue forth, red-hot, from the raging furnace.
Hold! hold!" cried he, with a tremulous attempt to laugh; for he was ashamed of his fears, although they overmastered him. "Don't, for mercy's sake, bring out your Devil now!"
"Man!" sternly replied Ethan Brand, "what need have I of the Devil? I have left him behind me, on my track. It is with such half-way sinners as you that he busies himself. Fear not, because I open the door. I do but act by old custom, and am going to trim your fire, like a lime-burner, as I was once."
He stirred the vast coals, thrust in more wood, and bent forward to gaze into the hollow prison-house of the fire, regardless of the fierce glow that reddened his face. The lime-burner sat watching him, and half suspected this strange guest of a purpose, if not to evoke a fiend, at least to plunge into the flames, and thus vanish from the sight of man. Ethan Brand, however, drew quietly back, and closed the door of the kiln.
"I have looked," said he, "into many a human heart that was seven times hotter with sinful passions than yonder furnace is with fire. But I found not there what I sought. No, not the Unpardonable Sin!"”

"Ethan Brand" (1850)