I trembled, and my heart failed within me; when, on looking up, I saw, by the light of the moon, the daemon at the casement.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyMy heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleySeek happiness in tranquility and avoid ambition even if it be only the apparently innocent one of distinguishing yourself in science and discoveries.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyI could not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyThe instructor can scarcely give sensibility where it is essentially wanting, nor talent to the unpercipient block. But he can cultivate and direct the affections of the pupil, who puts forth, as a parasite, tendrils by which to cling, not knowing to what - to a supporter or a destroyer.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley