48 ordspråk av Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley föddes den
30 August 1797 och dog den 1 Februar
1851 - remembered primarily for her classic Gothic novel Frankenstein, that gave birth to one of the best-known monsters.
Mer info via Google eller Bing. Man, I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!"
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My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.
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My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.
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My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.
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My spirits were elevated by the enchanting appearance of nature; the past was blotted from my memory, the present was tranquil, and the future gilded by bright rays of hope and anticipations of joy.
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No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks
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Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye
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Nothing contributes so much to tranquilizing the mind as a steady purpose -- a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
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Standing armies can never consist of resolute robust men; they may be well-disciplined machines, but they will seldom contain men under the influence of strong passions, or with very vigorous faculties.
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Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
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Teach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people!
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The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food . . .
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The same energy of character which renders a man a daring villain would have rendered him useful in society, had that society been well organized.
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The scene of my existence is closed & though there be no pleasure in retracing the scenes that have preceded the event which has crushed my hopes yet there seems to be a necessity in doing so, and I obey the impulse that urges me.
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The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.
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