P. B. Shelley Quotes

Most popular P. B. Shelley Quotes

Poet's food is love and fame.
— P. B. Shelley
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
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exile

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
— P. B. Shelley
All love is sweet, given or returned.
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The greatest secret of morals is love.
— P. B. Shelley
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
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springtime

That sweet bondage which is freedom's self.

freedom

Where is perfection?  Where I cannot reach.
— P. B. Shelley

perfection

The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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Man who man would be,
Must rule the empire of himself.
— P. B. Shelley

self-control

Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.

poets

The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

imagination

The greatest instrument of moral good is the imagination.
— P. B. Shelley
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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The world's great age begins anew, the golden years return.
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We want the creative faculty to imagine that which we know.
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creativity

Where is the love, beauty and truth we seek, but in our mind?
— P. B. Shelley
Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate'er it touches.
— P. B. Shelley

power

There are deeds
Which have no form, sufferings
which have no tongue.

suffering

As in the soft and sweet eclipse,
When soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

kiss

Life, like a dome of many-colored glass, stains the white radiance of eternity.
— P. B. Shelley
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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Nothing in the world is single; all things by a law divine in one spirit meet and mingle.
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Peace, peace! It is not dead, it doth not sleep — it hath awakened from the dream of life.
— P. B. Shelley
Kings are like stars — they rise and set, they have the worship of the world, but no repose.
— P. B. Shelley
A Poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness, and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.

poets

Till the Future dares forget the Past, this fate and fame shall be an echo and a light unto eternity!
— P. B. Shelley
Ah! what a divine religion might be found out, if charity were really made the principle of it, instead of faith.

charity religion

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

poetry

Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory — Odors, when sweet violets sicken, live within the sense they quicken.
— P. B. Shelley
Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches; and obedience, bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame, a mechanized automation.