Mаrу Wоllѕtоnесrаft Shеllеу (néе Gоdwin; 30 August 1797 – 1 February 1851) was an Engliѕh nоvеliѕt, ѕhоrt ѕtоrу writеr, drаmаtiѕt, еѕѕауiѕt, biоgrарhеr, аnd trаvеl writеr.
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Mary Shelley Novel
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. Mary Shelley
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it. Mary Shelley
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
Beware for I am fearless, and therefore powerful. Mary Shelley
Beware for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.
The world was to me a secret which I desired to devine. Mary Shelley
The world was to me a secret which I desired to devine.
I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me Mary Shelley
I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me
There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand. Mary Shelley
There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.
The world to me was a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own. Mary Shelley
The world to me was a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.
The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality. Mary Shelley
The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality.
Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated. Mary Shelley
Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.
If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us. Mary Shelley
If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us.
I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other. Mary Shelley
I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness? Mary Shelley
When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?
