Quotes By Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
It is a farce to call any being virtuous whose virtues do not result from the exercise of it's own reason.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Teach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people!
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
I am very averse to bringing myself forward in print, but as my account will only appear as an appendage to a former production, and as it will be confined to such topics as have connection with my authorship alone, I can hardly accuse myself of a personal intrusion.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley