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.
Happiness is in its highest degree the sister of goodness. - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Happiness is in its highest degree the sister of goodness.
- Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
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 on… - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
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 on…
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
My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.
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
Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear! - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!
I could not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other. - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
I could not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other.
It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to b… - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to b…
Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude. - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.
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