Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Creation God Spirit Understand Universe
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Door Forever Jealous Key Truth
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Death Memories Music Soft Vibration Voice
Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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Fame Gold Idol Love Power Worship
All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Light Love Return Voice
Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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Bright Heaven Herself Love Moon Sleep Stars World
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Distance Field Myself River Travel
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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Break Death Glory Lie Light
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Consumption Light Poet Poetry Power
It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Crime Difference Tolerance
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Deep Devil Disguise Man One Liner
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
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Bed Death Earth Failure Flower Leaving Lying Sun Warm Wind
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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Fragrance Problem Stupidity Worth Yourself
Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
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Beyond Build Death Deep Divine Grave Love Pain Reward Sweet World
The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.
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Drive Fate Poor Rich Standard
I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Goodness Love Myself Quiet Solitude Tranquility Wisdom
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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Divine Law Myself Spirit World
War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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Game Law Trade War
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Deep Drink Joy Taste Tonight Wine
There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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Body Experiment Fair Mental Purity Sick Try Water
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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Better Lips Love Soul Word
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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Care Cat Happiness Myself Thinking Way
Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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City Man Music Silence Soul Spiritual Wild
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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Deep Discover Ignorance Ourselves Study Wisdom
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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Breathe Bright Dreams Night Shine Sleep Stars
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Happiness Sorrow Sweet
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!
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Change Death Fly Hope Life Return Truth

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