A Quote by Nathaniel Hawthorne

To-morrow would bring its own trial with it; so would the next day, and so would the next; each its own trial, and yet the very same that was now so unutterably grievous to be borne. The days of the far-off future would toil onward, still with the same burden for her to take up, and bear along with her, but never to fling down; for the accumulating days, and added years, would pile up their misery upon the heap of shame.

Nathaniel Hawthorne

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Nathaniel Hawthorne
American - Novelist
July 4, 1804 - May 19, 1864

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Dustin Poirier

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