For a moment my soul was elevated from its debasing and miserable fears to which these sights were the monuments and the remembrances. For an instant I dared to shake off my chains, and look around me with a free and lofty spirit; but the iron had eaten into my flesh, and I sank again, trembling and hopeless, into my miserable self.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyThus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyMen become cannibals of their own hearts; remorse, regret, and restless impatience usurp the place of more wholesome feeling: every thing seems better than that which is.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyMy spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley