Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I love Love - though he has wings, And like light can flee, But above all other things, Spirit, I love thee… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Whatever strengthens and purifies the affections, enlarges the imagination, and adds spirit to sense, is useful. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I am not much of a hand at love songs, you see I mingle metaphysics with even this, but perhaps in this… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Woe is me! The winged words on which my soul would pierce Into the heights of love's rare universe, Are chains of… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Love is free; to promise for ever to love the same woman is not less absurd than to promise to believe the… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Ah! what a divine religion might be found out if charity were really made the principle of it instead of faith. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
“Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine, Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast; Custards for supper, and an endless… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
Titles are tinsel, power a corrupter, glorya bubble, and excessive wealth a libel on its possessor. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
“Poets and philosophers are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude To live alone, an isolated thing? — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone?… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good; Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost possess The… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
The practice of utter sincerity towards other men would avail to no good end, if they were incapable of practising it towards their own… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
Senseless is the breast and cold Which relenting love would fold; Bloodless are the veins and chill Which the pulse of pain did fill;… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
