Quotes from Percy Bysshe Shelley

I love tranquil solitude.

All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

True love in this differs from gold and clay, that to divide is not to take away. Love is like understanding, that grows bright, gazing on many truths.

Love is free; to promise for ever to love the same woman is not less absurd than to promise to believe the same creed; such a vow in both cases excludes us from all inquiry.

What is Love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves.

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity.

Until the mind can love, and admire, and trust, and hope, and endure, reasoned principles of moral conduct are seeds cast upon the highway of life which the unconscious passenger tramples into dust.

Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame A mechanized automaton.

I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.

For the Sensitive Plant has no bright flower; Radiance and odour are not its dower; It loves, even like Love, its deep heart is full, It desires what it has not, the beautiful.

Within my heart is the lamp of love, And that is day!

I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.

All love is sweet, given or received.

You ought to love all mankind; nay, every individual of mankind. You ought not to love the individuals of your domestic circles less, but to love those who exist beyond it more.

By all that is sacred in our hope for the human race, I conjure those who love happiness and truth to give a fair trial to the vegetable system!

I love Love -- though he has wings, And like light can flee.

I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.

Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.

Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.

No one has yet been found resolute enough in dogmatizing to deny that Nature made man equal; that society has destroyed this equality is a truth not more incontrovertible.

When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.

Image of rugged cliffs And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.

I love Love - though he has wings, And like light can flee, But above all other things, Spirit, I love thee - Thou art love and life! Oh come, Make once more my heart thy home.