Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Love's very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
This is Heaven, when pain and evil cease, and when the Benignant Principle, untrammelled and uncontrolled, visits in the fulness of its… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I have neither curiosity, interest, pain nor pleasure, in anything, good or evil, they can say of me. I feel only a… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Senseless is the breast and cold Which relenting love would fold; Bloodless are the veins and chill Which the pulse of pain… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
He has outsoared the shadow of our night; envy and calumny and hate and pain, and that unrest which men miscall delight,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Forget the dead, the past? O yet there are ghosts that may take revenge for it, memories that make the heart a… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The great secret of morals is love; or a going out of our nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Sorrow, terror, anguish, despair itself are often the chosen expressions of an approximation to the highest good. Our sympathy in tragic fiction… — 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 Image
“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 Image
Titles are tinsel, power a corrupter, glorya bubble, and excessive wealth a libel on its possessor. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Poets and philosophers are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude To live alone, an isolated thing? — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
