Frases de Percy Bysshe Shelley

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“Deu ao homem a linguagem, e a linguagem criou o pensamento,
Que é a medida do Universo.”

“Chorais, ó infelizes, mas essas não serão vossas últimas lágrimas! Mais uma vez entregar-vos-ei ao pranto fúnebre, e o som de vossas lamentações será ouvido mais e mais.”

“Por tudo o que é sagrado em nossas esperanças pela humanidade, conclamo aqueles que desejam o bem-estar da humanidade e amam a verdade a examinarem, sem preconceito, os ensinamentos do vegetarianismo.”

“Quanto mais estudamos mais descobrimos a nossa ignorância.”

“O que eu mais quero é ser feliz… Melhor seria com você do meu lado. Mas se isso não for possível que Deus não me deixe sofrer de amor.”

“As almas se encontram nos lábios dos enamorados.”

“Ao contrário do ouro e do barro, o verdadeiro amor, dividido, não diminui.”

“Todo amor é doce, dado ou recebido.”

“Ai de mim! A vida se prende obstinadamente àquilo que mais odeia.”

“O cálice da vida estava envenenado para sempre e, o coração feliz e alegre, nada via em torno de mim senão uma treva densa e terrível, que nenhuma luz penetrava…”

“Quem não ama o seu semelhante vive uma vida estéril e prepara um túmulo triste para a sua velhice.”

“Procurar não significa nada. O importante é encontrar.”

“O inferno é uma cidade muito parecida com Londres
Uma cidade com muita gente e muito fumo.”

“O dinheiro é um Deus vivo.”

“Primeiro, morrem nossos prazeres; depois, nossas esperanças; depois nossos temores. E, então, nossa dívida vence: O pó reivindica o pó, e morremos por nossa vez.”

“É somente pelo amaciamento e disfarce da carne morta através do preparo culinário, que ela é tornada susceptível de mastigação ou digestão e que a visão de seus sucos sangrentos e horror puro não criam um desgosto e abominação intoleráveis.”

“Deus é uma hipótese, e, como tal, depende de prova: o ônus da prova cabe ao teísta.”

“Certo prazer existente na tristeza é mais doce do que o prazer do prazer.”

“Você me odeia, mas seu ódio não pode igualar-se ao que eu próprio dedico a mim.”

“Contemplei o coitado… o desgraçado monstro que eu havia criado.”

“O ontem do homem talvez jamais seja como o seu amanhã: nada perdura, a não ser a instabilidade.”

“Os poetas são os legisladores do mundo, não reconhecidos.”

“A poesia é um espelho que torna bonito aquilo que é distorcido.”

“Ser omnipotente mas sem amigos é reinar.”

“Se o inverno chegou, a primavera não estará distante.”

“The seed ye sow another reaps;
The wealth ye find another keeps;
The robes ye weave another wears;
The arms ye forge another bears.”

“Last came Anarchy: he rode
On a white horse, splashed with blood;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like Death in the Apocalypse.”

“Hell is a city much like London —
A populous and smoky city.”

“Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
Let us remain together still,
Then it will be good night.”

“The butchering of harmless animals cannot fail to produce much of that spirit of insane and hideous exultation in which news of a victory is related altho' purchased by the massacre of a hundred thousand men. If the use of animal food be in consequence, subversive to the peace of human society, how unwarrantable is the injustice and barbarity which is exercised toward these miserable victims. They are called into existence by human artifice that they may drag out a short and miserable existence of slavery and disease, that their bodies may be mutilated, their social feelings outraged. It were much better that a sentient being should never have existed, than that it should have existed only to endure unmitigated misery.”

“Dar’st thou amid the varied multitude
To live alone, an isolated thing?”

“I never thought before my death to see
Youth's vision thus made perfect.”

“Should it be proved… that the mysterious principle which regulates the proceedings of the universe, is neither intelligent nor sensitive, yet it is not an inconsistency to suppose at the same time, that the animating power survives the body which it has animated, by laws as independent of any supernatural agent as those through which it first became united with it. Nor, if a future state be clearly proved, does it follow that it will be a state of punishment or reward.”

“War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight,
The lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.”

“Age cannot Love destroy,
But perfidy can blast the flower,
Even when in most unwary hour
It blooms in Fancy’s bower.
Age cannot Love destroy,
But perfidy can rend the shrine
In which its vermeil splendours shine.”

“Swiftly walk over the western wave,
Spirit of Night!
Out of the misty eastern cave
Where, all the long and lone daylight,
Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear,
Which make thee terrible and dear, —
Swift be thy flight!”

“Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.”

“The world's great age begins anew,
The golden years return,
The earth doth like a snake renew
Her winter weeds outworn;
Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam,
Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.”

“The moon of Mahomet
Arose, and it shall set;
While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon,
The cross leads generations on.”

“Gold is a living god and rules in scorn,
All earthly things but virtue.”

“Belief is involuntary; nothing involuntary is meritorious or reprehensible. A man ought not to be considered worse or better for his belief.”

“From the haunts of daily life
Where is waged the daily strife
With common wants and common cares
Which sows the human heart with tares.”

“The pale stars are gone!
For the sun, their swift shepherd,
To their folds them compelling,
In the depths of the dawn,
Hastes, in meteor-eclipsing array, and the flee
Beyond his blue dwelling,
As fawns flee the leopard.”

“Can man be free if woman be a slave?”

“And like a prophetess of May
Strewed flowers upon the barren way,
Making the wintry world appear
Like one on whom thou smilest, dear.”

“I love tranquil solitude,
And such society
As is quiet, wise, and good;
Between thee and me
What difference? but thou dost possess
The things I seek, not love them less.”

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

“Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.”

“It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation, that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion; and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.”

“What softer voice is hushed over the dead?
Athwart what brow is that dark mantle thrown?
What form leans sadly o'er the white death — bed,
In mockery of monumental stone,
The heavy heart heaving without a moan?”

“Twilight, ascending slowly from the east,
Entwined in duskier wreaths her braided locks
O'er the fair front and radiant eyes of day,
Night followed, clad with stars.”

“It is our will
That thus enchains us to permitted ill.
We might be otherwise, we might be all
We dream of happy, high, majestical.
Where is the love, beauty and truth we seek,
But in our mind? and if we were not weak,
Should we be less in deed than in desire?”

“To know nor faith, nor love, nor law, to be
Omnipotent but friendless, is to reign.”

“It doth repent me; words are quick and vain;
Grief for awhile is blind, and so was mine.”