Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Quotes About Grief

Quotes about: Grief

• Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

  Disappointment, Grief, Sight

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1823). “Frankenstein: ; Or, The Modern Prometheus”, p.34, DOSER Reads

• And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

  Grief, Heart, Echoes

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1993). “Frankenstein”, p.5, Wordsworth Editions

• Even the eternal skies weep, I thought; is there any shame then, that mortal man should spend himself in tears?

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

  Grief, Rain, Men

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (2012). “The Last Man”, p.596, tredition

• The time at length arrives, when grief is rather an indulgence than a necessity and the smile that plays upon the lips, although it may be deemed a sacrilege, is not banished.

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

  Grief, Play, May

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1869). “Frankenstein: Or, The Modern Prometheus”, p.35

• Precious attribute of woe-worn humanity! that can snatch ecstatic emotion, even from under the very share and harrow, that ruthlessly ploughs up and lays waste every hope.

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

  Grief, Humanity, Despair

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1826). “The last man, by the author of Frankenstein”, p.158

• the sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time.

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

  Loneliness, Grief, Loss

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (2015). “The Last Man”, p.564, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

• How dreadful it is, to emerge from the oblivion of slumber, and to receive as a good morrow the mute wailing of one's own hapless heart - to return from the land of deceptive dreams to the heavy knowledge of unchanged disaster!

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

  Dream, Grief, Heart

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1833). “The Last Man”, p.180

• Oh! 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 Shelley

  Grief, Light, Color

  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1826). “The last man, by the author of Frankenstein”, p.197

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