Happiness is like a butterfly - the more you chase, the more subtle, but if you stop moving and quietly wait for it to land on you.
Nathaniel HawthorneSome attribute had departed from her, the permanence of which had been essential to keep her a woman. Such is frequently the fate, and such the stern development, of the feminine character and person, when the woman has encountered, and lived through, an experience of peculiar severity. If she be all tenderness, she will die. If she survive, the tenderness will either be crushed out of her, orโand the outward semblance is the sameโcrushed so deeply into her heart that it can never show itself more.
Nathaniel HawthorneIt is to the credit of human nature, that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates. Hatred, by a gradual and quiet process, will even be transformed to love, unless the change be impeded by a continually new irritation of the original feeling of hostility.
Nathaniel Hawthorne