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 SHELLEYAll of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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See 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?
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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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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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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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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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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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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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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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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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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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