First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYIt is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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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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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
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I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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