For there are deeds which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; ... This alone is Life, Joy, Empire, Victory. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
My neighbour, or my servant, or my child, has done me an injury, and it is just that he should suffer an… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Love, from its awful throne of patient power In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour Of dread endurance, from the… — 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
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
