Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes About Pain

Quotes about: Pain

• A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Pain, Men, Imagine

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (1994). “The Selected Poetry and Prose of Shelley”, p.642, Wordsworth Editions

• Love's very pain is sweet,
  But its reward is in the world divine
  Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Life, Sweet, Pain

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (1840). “The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley”, p.285

• He has outsoared the shadow of our night; envy and calumny and hate and pain, and that unrest which men miscall delight, can touch him not and torture not again; from the contagion of the world's slow stain, he is secure.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Death, Pain, Hate

  'Adonais' (1821) st. 40

• The great secret of morals is love; or a going out of our nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own. A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasure of his species must become his own. The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Beautiful, Pain, Men

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (2006). “A Defence of Poetry: an Essay: Easyread Comfort Edition”, p.15, ReadHowYouWant.com

• I wish no living thing to suffer pain.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Life, Pain, Compassion

  1820 Prometheus Unbound, act 1, l.303-5.

• Love's very pain is sweet

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Sweet, Pain

  Percy Bysshe Shelley, G. Cuningham (1856). “The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: With Notes”, p.344

• Senseless is the breast and cold
  Which relenting love would fold;
  Bloodless are the veins and chill
  Which the pulse of pain did fill;
  Every little living nerve
  That from bitter words did swerve
  Round the tortur'd lips and brow,
  Are like sapless leaflets now
  Frozen upon December's bough.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Pain, Pulse, Nerves

• We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Happiness, Song, Laughter

  "To a Skylark" l. 88 (1819)

• Joy, once lost, is pain

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Pain, Joy, Chaos

  Percy Bysshe Shelley, Geoffrey Matthews, Kelvin Everest (1989). “The Poems of Shelley: 1817-1819”, p.711, Pearson Education

• Forget the dead, the past? O yet there are ghosts that may take revenge for it, memories that make the heart a tomb, regrets which gild thro’ the spirit’s gloom, and with ghastly whispers tell that joy, once lost, is pain.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Revenge, Regret, Pain

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge, John Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley (1829). “The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats. Complete in One Volume”, p.232

• I have neither curiosity, interest, pain nor pleasure, in anything, good or evil, they can say of me. I feel only a slight disgust, and a sort of wonder that they presume to write my name.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Pain, Writing, Names

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (1862). “Relics of Shelley”, p.190

• Sorrow, terror, anguish, despair itself are often the chosen expressions of an approximation to the highest good. Our sympathy in tragic fiction depends on this principle; tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain. This is the source also of the melancholy which is inseparable from the sweetest melody. The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Pain, Expression, Sorrow

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (2006). “A Defence of Poetry: an Essay: Easyread Large Edition”, p.57, ReadHowYouWant.com

• This is Heaven, when pain and evil cease, and when the Benignant Principle, untrammelled and uncontrolled, visits in the fulness of its power the universal frame of things.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Pain, Evil, Heaven

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (1859). “Shelley Memorials: From Authentic Sources : Now First Printed”, p.266

• Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Pain, Tragedy, Shadow

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (2006). “A Defence of Poetry: an Essay: Easyread Large Edition”, p.57, ReadHowYouWant.com

• That sweet sleep which medicines all pain.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Sweet, Pain, Sleep

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (Illustrated)”, p.831, Delphi Classics

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