Ennui, the demon, waited at the threshold of his noiseless refuge, and drove away the stirring hopes and enlivening expectations, which form the better part of life.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyI 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 ShelleyIf you will comply with my conditions, I will leave them and you at peace; but if you refuse, I will glut the maw of death, until it be satiated with the blood of your remaining friends.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyThus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley