Mary Shelley

The Last Man

    Vany Hernándezцитує7 місяців тому
    Once my heart sat lightly in my bosom; all the beauty of the world was doubly beautiful, irradiated by the sun–light shed from my own soul.
    Vany Hernándezцитує7 місяців тому
    his love for Evadne became deep–rooted, as he each day became more certain that the path he pursued was full of difficulty, and that he must seek his reward, not in the applause or gratitude of his fellow creatures, hardly in the success of his plans, but in the approbation of his own heart, and in her love and sympathy, which was to lighten every toil and recompence every sacrifice.
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    Goethe has said, that in youth we cannot be happy unless we love. I did not love; but I was devoured by a restless wish to be something to others.
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    His soul seemed to distil itself into the words he wrote; and they breathed on the paper, bearing with them a portion of the life of love, which was his life.
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    I now began to be human. I was admitted within that sacred boundary which divides the intellectual and moral nature of man from that which characterizes animals.
    Fifa Bouцитує8 місяців тому
    we have lost for ever treasures far more precious than these; and we desert them, to preserve treasures to which in comparison they are nothing
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    What, though life and the system of social intercourse were a wilderness, a tiger–haunted jungle! Through the midst of its errors, in the depths of its savage recesses, there was a disentangled and flowery pathway, through which they might journey in safety and delight
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    Will my readers ask how I could find solace from the narration of misery and woeful change? This is one of the mysteries of our nature, which holds full sway over me, and from whose influence I cannot escape
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