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
Elegance is inferior to virtue. Mary Shelley
Elegance is inferior to virtue.
My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings. Mary Shelley
My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.
Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated. Mary Shelley
Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.
I do not wish women to have power over men but over themselves. Mary Shelley
I do not wish women to have power over men but over themselves.
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.
Beware for I am fearless, and therefore powerful. Mary Shelley
Beware for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.
It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another. Mary Shelley
It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.
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
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.
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.
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.
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?