How dreadful it is, to emerge from the oblivion of slumber, and to receive as a good morrow the mute wailing of one's own hapless heart - to return from the land of deceptive dreams to the heavy knowledge of unchanged disaster! Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley More Quotes by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley More Quotes From Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley confidence powerful fear 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 stay-strong motivation inspirational There is love in me the likes of which you've never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied int he one, I will indulge the other. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley rage likes should Live, and be happy, and make others so. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley compassion It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn; and whether it was the outward substance of things or the inner spirit of nature and the mysterious soul of man that occupied me, still my inquiries were directed to the metaphysical, or in its highest sense, the physical secrets of the world. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley soul men heaven The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley fallen-angels devil angel My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley pleasure annoyed dream Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley painful change mind A human being in perfection ought always to preserve a calm and peaceful mind and never to allow passion or a transitory desire to disturb his tranquility. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley peaceful passion perfection If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear! Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley frankensteins-monster causes inspire The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley soothing accents wind A solitary being is by instinct a wanderer. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley solitary instinct travel Men become cannibals of their own hearts; remorse, regret, and restless impatience usurp the place of more wholesome feeling: every thing seems better than that which is. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley regret heart men The young are always in extremes. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley extremes youth young Happiness is in its highest degree the sister of goodness. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley degrees goodness happiness My candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley halloween light eye Elegance is inferior to virtue. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley inferiors elegance virtue Devil, do you dare approach me? and do you not fear the fierce vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head? Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley vengeance arms devil A truce to philosophy!—Life is before me, and I rush into possession. Hope, glory, love, and blameless ambition are my guides, and my soul knows no dread. What has been, though sweet, is gone; the present is good only because it is about to change, and the to come is all my own. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley ambition sweet philosophy . . . the companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley childhood miserable mind
