Quotes of Percy Bysshe Shelley - somelinesforyou

“ There is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ If winter comes, can spring be far behind? ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ Fear not for the future, weep not for the past. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ Fear not for the future, weep not for the past. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ Fear not for the future, weep not for the past. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ 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. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me? ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ Soul meets soul on lovers lips. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ God is an hypothesis, and, as such, stands in need of proof: the onus probandi rests on the theist. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ God is represented as infinite, eternal, incomprehensible; he is contained under every predicate in non that the logic of ignorance could fabricate. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ The being called God...bears every mark of a veil woven by philosophical conceit, to hide the ignorance of philosophers even from themselves. They borrow the threads of its texture from the anthropomorphism of the vulgar. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ In fact, the truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ Ozymandias" I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ Music, When Soft Voices Die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me who knows how? To thy chamberwindow, Sweet! ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ When soul meets soul on lovers' lips. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ And the Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ He wanders, like a dayappearing dream, Through the dim wildernesses of the mind; Through desert woods and tracts, which seem Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever, With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle:— Why not I with thine? See! the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea:— What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me? ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ The Moon And, like a dying lady lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky east A white and shapeless mass. Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy? ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ No more let life divide what death can join together. ”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley
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