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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - From the Beginning category:
The beginning is always today. (Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - From the Change category:
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. The sun might shine, or the clouds might lour: but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day before. (Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - From the Desire category:
We never do what we wish when we wish it, and when we desire a thing earnestly, and it does arrive, that or we are changed, so that we slide from the summit of our wishes and find ourselves where we were. (Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - From the Dreams category:
My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings. (Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - From the Emotion category:
How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery. (Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - From the Gender category:
I do not wish women to have power over men; but over themselves. (Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - From the Invention category:
Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos. (Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - From the Knowledge category:
-Frankenstein...
Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to a mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on a rock. (Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - From the Purpose category:
Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye. (Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - From the Solitude category:
Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude. (Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Ambition category:
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Artists category:
Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Drunkenness category:
I have drunken deep of joy, / And I will taste no other wine tonight. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Future category:
Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; / Nought may endure but Mutability. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Imagination category:
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Joy category:
The soul's joy lies in doing. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Knowledge category:
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Mirrors category:
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Music category:
Music, when soft voices die / Vibrates in the memory. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Nature category:
There is a harmony in autumn, and a lustre in its sky. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Nature category:
I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Pleasure category:
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Poetry category:
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Prosperity category:
There is no real wealth but the labor of man. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Solitude category:
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Shelley Winters - From the Performance category:
-Saturday Evening Post, 1962...
Acting is like painting pictures on bathroom tissues. Ten minutes later you throw them away and they are gone. (Shelley Winters)
Shelley Winters - From the Standards category:
Good, bad, or indifferent – it doesn't matter, just work. (Shelley Winters)
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