If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us.
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 ShelleyTruly disappointment is the guardian deity of human life; she sits at the threshold of unborn time, and marshals the events as they come forth.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyMy spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley