Quote by Nathaniel Hawthorne
When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it. – Nathaniel Hawthorne

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We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream it may be so the moment after death. – Nathaniel Hawthorne

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Death
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Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature. – Nathaniel Hawthorne

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best
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Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness. – Nathaniel Hawthorne

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Other Quotes from
Sky & Clouds
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…gorgeous bright blue sky with some cloudacious beautiness on the fringe… – Terri Guillemets, “Out the Upper Window,” 2009

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Sky & Clouds

A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed… It feels an impulsion… this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons. – Richard Bach

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I never get tired of the blue sky. – Vincent van Gogh

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Sky & Clouds

Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. – Diane Ackerman

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Travelling expands the mind rarely. – Hans Christian Andersen

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Life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved. – Soren Kierkegaard

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I love learning new things that will never be put to practical use. – Jackson Rathbone

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What our children have to fear is not the cars on the highways of tomorrow but our own pleasure in calculating the most elegant parameters of their deaths. – J. G. Ballard

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