It 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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYLife 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.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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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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Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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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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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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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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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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