"Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind."
"We are but shadows: we are, not endowed with real life, and all that seems most real about us is but the thinnest substance of a dream,--till the heart be touched. That touch creates us--then we begin to be--thereby we are beings of reality and inheritors of eternity."
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Source: Nathaniel Hawthorne, Joel Myerson (2002). “Selected Letters of Nathaniel Hawthorne”, p.80, Ohio State University Press
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