I had trouble hanging around [Shelley Long] until we stood…

“And for a long while they stood side by side without speaking, each seeing the other in every line of the landscape.”

— Edith Wharton

We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my…

— Maggie Stiefvater

“It will forever remain an accusation and a challenge to all men and women of conscience that it took as long as it has,…

— Nelson Mandela

“How long he stood he did not know, but there was a foolish and yet delicious sense of knowing himself as an animal come…

— Ray Bradbury

Water inflated the belly Of Hart Crane, and of Shelley. Coleridge was a dope. Southwell died on a rope.

— Roy Fuller

“The boundaries between us had been breached for good, we gave a new meaning t the notion that man and wife were one flesh.…

— Lorna Sage

Nico was gothic, but she was Mary Shelley gothic to everyone else's Hammer horror film gothic. They both did Frankenstein, but Nico's was real.

— Peter Murphy

“We—are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar; Such difference without discord, as can make Those sweetest sounds,…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

“He pushed a finger through the surface of the water to trace the outline of her mouth. Ethereal bits of flesh floated loosely about…

— P.J. Parker

“Every one of the great revolutionists, from Isaiah to Shelley, have been optimists. They have been indignant, not about the badness of existence, but…

— GK Chesterton

Shelley and Keats were the last English poets who were at all up to date in their chemical knowledge.

— John B. S. Haldane

One of the things in the Mary Shelley [Frankenstein] is that the creature tells his story, so this begins with the creature's point of…

— Danny Boyle

Shelley was an idol of mine -- and many -- an extraordinary woman with powerful charisma, enormous talent and a keen, perceptive mind.

— Connie Stevens

“We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

When I started this song I was still thirty-three The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free Keats and Shelley too…

— Harry Chapin