But her's was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides, but cannot tarnish its brightness.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyLife and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyEverything must have a beginning ... and that beginning must be linked to something that went before.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyI required kindness and sympathy, but I did not believe myself utterly unworthy of it.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley