Polluted by crimes, and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyOh! grief is fantastic; it weaves a web on which to trace the history of its woe from every form and change around; it incorporates itself with all living nature; it finds sustenance in every object; as light, it fills all things, and, like light, it gives its own colors to all.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyBut soon, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyThe different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley