I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley More Quotes by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley More Quotes From Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley ...once I falsely hoped to meet the beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley excellent quality form Oh! Be men, or be more than men. Be steady to your purposes and firm as a rock. This ice is not made of such stuff as your hearts may be; it is mutable and cannot withstand you if you say that it shall not. Do not return to your families with the stigma of disgrace marked on your brows. Return as heroes who have fought and conquered, and who know not what it is to turn their backs on the foe. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley hero heart men I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley ugly miserable 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 excess strange feelings None but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley enticement If the study to which you apply yourself has a tendency to weaken your affections and to destroy your taste for those simple pleasures in which no alloy can possibly mix, then that study is certainly unlawful, that is to say, not befitting the human mind. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley taste simple mind My reign is not yet over... you live, and my power is complete. Follow me; I seek the everlasting ices of the north, where you will feel the misery of cold and frost to which I am impassive. You will find near this place, if you follow not too tardily, a dead hare; eat and be refreshed. Come on, my enemy; we have yet to wrestle for our lives; but many hard and miserable hours must you endure until that period shall arrive. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley ice over-you enemy Unhappy man! Do you share my maddness? Have you drunk also of the intoxicating draught? Hear me; let me reveal my tale, and you will dash the cup from your lips! Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley drunk unhappy men The instructor can scarcely give sensibility where it is essentially wanting, nor talent to the unpercipient block. But he can cultivate and direct the affections of the pupil, who puts forth, as a parasite, tendrils by which to cling, not knowing to what - to a supporter or a destroyer. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley block knowing teaching I saw no cause for their unhappiness, but I was deeply affected by it. If such lovely creatures were miserable, it was less strange that I, an imperfect and solitary being, should be wretched. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley lovely saws causes I am not a person of opinions because I feel the counter arguments too strongly. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley argument opinion feels Teach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people! Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley teaching people thinking Everything must have a beginning ... and that beginning must be linked to something that went before. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley linked You seek for knowledge and wisdom as I once did; and I ardently hope that the gratification of your wishes may not be a serpent to sting you, as mine has been. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley wish science knowledge Ennui, the demon, waited at the threshold of his noiseless refuge, and drove away the stirring hopes and enlivening expectations, which form the better part of life. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley boredom blessing expectations I required kindness and sympathy, but I did not believe myself utterly unworthy of it. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley kindness sympathy believe Till society is very differently constituted, parents, I fear, will still insist on being obeyed because they will be obeyed, and constantly endeavor to settle that power on a divine right which will not bear the investigation of reason. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley divine-right parent bears Truly disappointment is the guardian deity of human life; she sits at the threshold of unborn time, and marshals the events as they come forth. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley deities events disappointment What is there so fearful as the expectation of evil tidings delayed? ... Misery is a more welcome visitant when she comes in her darkest guise and wraps us in perpetual black, for then the heart no longer sickens with disappointed hope. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley evil fear heart the sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley grief loneliness loss
