Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYSee the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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