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Robert Nathan Quotes

There is no distance on this earth as far away as yesterday.

There is no distance on this earth as far away as yesterday.

Robert Nathan
Memories, Distance, Past
Robert Nathan (1967). “So Love Returns”

Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity; for pain that teaches you courage-and give exceedingly thanks for the mystery which remains a mystery still-the veil that hides you from the infinite, which makes it possible for you to believe in what you cannot see.

Robert Nathan
Pain, Believe, Giving

Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity; for pain that teaches you courage.

Robert Nathan
Gratitude, Pain, Giving
Robert Nathan (1970). “Mia”, Knopf Books for Young Readers

Where I come from Nobody knows; And where I'm going Everything goes. The wind blows, The sea flows - And nobody knows.

Robert Nathan
Blow, Wind, Sea

How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death--a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little fire--and tomorrow's sun, rising and warming us, tomorrow's hope of peace and better weather . . . What if tomorrow vanished in the storm? What if time stood still? And yesterday--if once we lost our way, blundered in the storm--would we find yesterday again ahead of us, where we had thought tomorrow's sun would rise?

Robert Nathan
Beach, Wall, Fire

Summer is the worst time of all to be alone. The earth is warm and lovely, free to go about in; and always somewhere in the distance there is a place where two people might be happy if only they were together. It is in the spring that one dreams of such places; one thinks of the summer which is coming, and the heart dreams of its friend.

Robert Nathan
Summer, Dream, Distance

It seems to me that I have always wanted to say the same things in my books: that life is one, that mystery is all around us, that yesterday, today and tomorrow are all spread out in the pattern of eternity, together, and that although love may wear many faces in the incomprehensible panorama of time, in the heart that loves it is always the same.

Robert Nathan
Book, Heart, Yesterday

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