Mary Shelly Quotes

I allowed my thoughts, unchecked by reason, to ramble in the fields of Paradise, and dared to fancy amiable and lovely creatures sympathizing with my feelings and cheering you gloom…But it was all a dream: no Eve soothed my sorrows nor shared my thoughts; I was alone. ~ Mary Shelly

Perhaps we should do the learning - and learn not to communicate, or to do it in a different way. Now there is a thought. Perhaps we could learn your peace if we could share your silence. ~ Mary Balogh

If no one ever deviated from currently accepted mainstream Science - we would still have the Flat Earth Society! ~ Mary Nash Stoddard

As for the body, it is solid and strong and curious
and full of detail: it wants to polish itself; it
wants to love another body; it is the only vessel in
the world that can hold, in a mix of power and
sweetness: words, song, gesture, passion, ideas,
ingenuity, devotion, merriment, vanity, and virtue. ~ Mary Oliver

In science, all facts, no matter how trivial or banal, enjoy democratic equality. ~ Mary McCarthy

If I had another life
I would want to spend it all on some
unstinting happiness.
I would be a fox, or a tree
full of waving branches.
I wouldn't mind being a rose
in a field full of roses.
Fear has not yet occurred to them, nor ambition.
Reason they have not yet thought of.
Neither do they ask how long they must be roses, and then what.
Or any other foolish question. ~ Mary Oliver

I suppose that we are only young, Chris, so long as we can forget. After that we merely remember! ~ Mary Roberts Rinehart

After a while Mary said, "Zsadist?"

"Yeah?"

"What are those markings?"

His frowned and flicked his eyes over to her, thinking, as if she didn't know? But then . . . well, she had been a human. Maybe she didn't. "They're slave bands. I was . . . a slave."

"Did it hurt when they were put on you?"

"Yes."

"Did the same person who cut your face give them to you?"

"No, my owner's hellren did that. My owner . . . she put the bands on me. He was the one who cut my face."

"How long were you a slave?"

"A hundred years."

"How did you get free?"

"Phury. Phury got me out. That's how he lost his leg."

"Were you hurt while you were a slave?"

Z swallowed hard. "Yes."

"Do you still think about it?"

"Yes." He looked down at his hands, which suddenly were in pain for some reason. Oh, right. He'd made two
fists and was squeezing them so tightly his fingers were about to snap off at the knuckles.

"Does slavery still happen?"

"No. Wrath outlawed it. As a mating gift to me and Bella."

"What kind of slave were you?"

Zsadist shut his eyes. Ah, yes, the question he didn't want to answer. For a while it was all he could do to force himself to stay in the chair. But then, in a falsely level voice, he said,
"I was a blood slave. I was used by a female for blood."

The quiet after ~ J.R. Ward

My work is loving the world. ~ Mary Oliver

I watch the way her skin becomes red from the cold. The way her hair blows around in the breeze. She tucks it behind an ear, hoping to contain it, but it doesn't work. Not all things like to be contained. ~ Mary Kubica

Yesterday, Amelia and Kit came over for supper, and we took a blanket down to the beach afterward to watch the moon rise. Kit loves to do that, but she always falls asleep before it is fully rise, and I carry her home to Amelia's house. She is certain she'll be able to stay awake all night as soon as she's five. ~ Mary Ann Shaffer

She doesn't think that the mean people she knows are the most passionate; they just want to laugh at everything. But then she remembers that she laughed when a boy in class played a joke on an ugly girl and made her cry. ~ Mary Gaitskill

Learn the lesson of your own pain
learn to seek God, not in any single event of past history, but in your own soul
in the constant verifications of experience, in the life of Christian love. ~ Mary Augusta Ward

Of all the so-called variety meats, none presents a steeper challenge to the food persuader than the reproductive organs. Good luck to Deanna Pucciarelli, the woman who seeks to introduce mainstream America to the culinary joys of pig balls. "I am indeed working on a project on pork testicles," said Pucciarelli, director of the Hospitality and Food Management Program at - fill my heart with joy! - Ball State University. ~ Mary Roach

I hate the noise and hurry inseparable from great Estates and Titles, and look upon both as blessings that ought only to be given to fools, for 'Tis only to them that they are blessings. ~ Mary Wortley Montagu

Men are more interesting in books than they are in real life. ~ Mary Ann Shaffer

I can jog, but I can't run. That's hard for me. I like the fact that I can jog for fitness, but to me there's a huge difference between jogging and running. ~ Mary Decker

It may ... be judged indecent in me to come forward on this occasion; but when I see a fellow-creature about to perish through the cowardice of her pretended friends, I wish to be allowed to speak, that I may say what I know of her character. ~ Mary Shelley

I could never go back to something like that. Not after having passion for someone, after seeing what it's like to want and feel something in your bones, ~ Shelly Crane

Those who are resilient can more quickly regain their equilibrium and spring back when they are thrown off kilter by the storms of life. ~ Mary Buchan

Is this you helping me? I don't think this is you helping me. ~ Shelly Laurenston

This is a book about notable achievements made while dead. ~ Mary Roach

I went to art school for fine art and then I started doing performance art, and then I started making fun of performance art, and it turned into comedy. ~ Mary Lynn Rajskub

She came up with a whole way of doing fluoroscopy, which is kind of like a live version of X-ray, so that she could see the heart as it worked, not frozen in a picture. ~ Mary Stuart Masterson

In times of crisis not one should be counted special. Everyone was human therefore equal to the same misery and misfortune and good luck as everyone else. What happened to the whole 'we gotta stick together' motto? When hard times came-a-knocking, people baled on good sense and decency. ~ Shelly Crane

Genius, apart from natural sensitiveness, is prone equally to unreasoning joy and to bitterest morbidness. ~ Mary MacLane

It is well for the unfortunate to be resigned, but for the guilty there is no peace. The agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in indulging the excess of grief. ~ Mary Shelley

I have discovered that our great favorite, Miss Austen, is my countrywoman ... with whom mamma before her marriage was acquainted. Mamma says that she was then the prettiest, silliest, most affected, husband-hunting butterfly she ever remembers ... ~ Mary Russell Mitford

God lends me His heart to love you with. I asked for it when I found my own was too small, and it really holds you, and leaves you room to grow. ~ Mary Haskell

Jane shared his sentiment, but was hard-pressed not to laugh at her husband's inventive turns of phrase - her favourite was "goat-licking amateur," followed closely by "mongrel's handmaiden. ~ Mary Robinette Kowal

did something funny with the definite article. ~ Mary-Kay Wilmers

I've never yet met a person who didn't want to be appreciated ... ~ Mary Kay Ash

We tell the real truth of our life by the stories we repeatedly tell. ~ Mary Anne Radmacher

Why was she sitting in a tree?"
"She was hiding from the organ thieves."
Ric blinked. "Sorry?"
"Do you really want me to explain it?"
"Not particularly. ~ Shelly Laurenston

A writing cook and a cooking writer must be bold at the desk as well as the stove. ~ Mary Francis Kennedy Fisher

Most of my memories of the Sixties are ones of optimism, high spirits and confidence. ~ Mary Quant

I just want fans to walk away knowing that no matter what's going on, no matter how happy you are, no matter how sad you are, we did it. We're strong in this. We've come a long way, and life is not just one thing. ~ Mary J. Blige

The idea of a secret that will be revealed always results in one of two scenarios: death and destruction, or self-discovery and recovery beyond our wildest dreams of unification. And in the greatest of sagas, both at the same time. ~ Mary Ruefle

These wonderful narrations inspired me with strange feelings. Was man, indeed, at once so powerful, so virtuous and magnificent, yet so vicious and base? He appeared at one time a mere scion of the evil principle, and at another as all that can be conceived of noble and godlike. To be a great and virtuous man appeared the highest honour that can befall a sensitive being; to be base and vicious, as many on record have been, appeared the lowest degradation, a condition more abject than that of the blind mole or harmless worm. For a long time I could not conceive how one man could go forth to murder his fellow, or even why there were laws and governments; but when I heard details of vice and bloodshed, my wonder ceased, and I turned away with disgust and loathing. ~ Mary Shelley

If I didn't watch so much TV, real life wouldn't be so disappointing. ~ Mary Calmes

We'd avoid a lot of insecurity, if we fully, wholly believed in God's wild affection for us. ~ Mary E. DeMuth

The fashionable woman is sexy, witty, and dry-cleaned. ~ Mary Quant

When I walk down the boardwalk, people stop me and say, 'Oh, your house is the one that glows.' ~ Mary Matalin

Sometimes breaking the rules is just extending the rules ~ Mary Oliver

I was going to be a teacher. I was applying to graduate school when I got the call to do 'Same Love,' actually. I was gonna go to Boston University for my masters in teaching. ~ Mary Lambert

She entered the hall at the same time he did from the opposite side. With a cry that told her exactly how worried she'd been about him, she raced into his arms.
She could hear the reverberation of his laugh in his chest as he lifted her up and spun her in his arms. Still in his embrace, he set her feet back on the ground and pressed a quick kiss on her lips, the brevity of which she suspected was due to their audience. His voice was low and husky. "Miss me?"
-Kenneth Sutherland & Mary of Mar ~ Monica McCarty

Compressed into boxes, packed in sawdust, ... trussed up in sacks, roped up like hams ... ~ Mary Roach