Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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