Here’s a selection of Scarlet Letter Quotes, covering topics such as Pearl, Sin, Hester and guilt.
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Love, whether newly born or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world.
When an uninstructed multitude attempts to see with its eyes, it is exceedingly apt to be deceived.
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.
But this had been a sin of passion, not of principle, nor even purpose.
It 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.
Hold thy peace, dear little pearl!” whispered her mother. “we must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.
…if truth were everywhere to be shown, a scarlet letter would blaze forth on many a bosom…
No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.
There are many things in this world that a child must not ask about.
Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!.
She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness… Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild indian in his woods… 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.
It [the scarlet letter] had the effect of a spell, taking her out of the ordinary relations with humanity, and enclosing her in a sphere by herself.
In all her intercourse with society, however, there was nothing that made her feel as if she belonged to it… She stood apart from mortal interests, yet close beside them, like a ghost that revisits the familiar fireside, and can no longer make itself seen or felt.
Do anything, save to lie down and die!.
To the untrue man, the whole universe is false- it is impalpable- it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself is in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist.
The sorrow that lay cold in her mother’s heart… Converted it into a tomb.
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual life upon another; each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his object.
I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!.
Some 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, or—and the outward semblance is the same—crushed so deeply into her heart that it can never show itself more.
No, my little pearl! thou must gather thine own sunshine. I have none to give thee.
She wanted—what some people want throughout life—a grief that should deeply touch her, and thus humanize and make her capable of sympathy.
We men of study, whose heads are in our books, have need to be straightly looked after! we dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.
It contributes greatly towards a man’s moral and intellectual health, to be brought into habits of companionship with individuals unlike himself, who care little for his pursuits, and whose sphere and abilities he must go out of himself to appreciate.
She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.
It is remarkable, that persons who speculate the most boldly often conform with the most perfect quietude to the external regulations of society. The thoughts alone suffice them, without investing itself in the flesh and blood of action.
All merely graceful attributes are usually the most evanescent.
It is a good lesson – though it may often be a hard one – for a man… To step aside out of the narrow circle in which his claims are recognized, and to find how utterly devoid of significance, beyond that circle, is all that he achieves, and all he aims at.
We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.
She could no longer borrow from the future to ease her present grief.