Mary Shelley Quotes

Spite is a little word, but it represents as strange a jumble of feelings and compound of discords, as any polysyllable in the language.

Love involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding.

I grew up among strong women so I know what it's like to be loved and humiliated in a heartbeat.

I love Richard Yates, his work, and the novel, Revolutionary Road. It's a devastating novel.

I love all my children, but some of them I don't like.

I love my parents. I did love them. It's complicated.

I do think it is possible to be in love with two people at the same time.

I can be affectionate about a lot of things without watching them.

She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference.

I certainly do care for you Jeff Campbell less than you are always thinking and much more than you are ever knowing

For a moment I had a strange intuition that just this, and in a real, profound sense, is life; and perhaps happiness even - love with a mixture of sadness, reverence, and silent knowledge.

Have you fallen in love, Will Henry?" "That's stupid." "What is? Love, or my question?" "I don't know." "You don't know? You've tried that trick once. What do you suppose it will work better the second time?" "I don't love her. She bothers me." "You have just defined the very thing you denied.

Can anybody tell what sorrows are locked up with our best affections, or what pain may be associated with every pleasure?

But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.

Jealousy is always born with love, but does not die with it. In jealousy there is more of self-love than of love to another.

I learn about the highs and lows of living with the same mother for your entire life, about how no one can make you angrier, but how you can't really love anyone more.

It will be a beautiful family talk, mean and worried and full of sorrow and spite and excitement.

I don’t like you, Park. Sometimes I think I live for you

I knew that I could hate him all I wanted for the way he was hurting me, but I couldn’t ever stop loving him, absolutely, for what he was.

She was feeling, thinking, trembling about everything; agitated, happy, miserable, infinitely obliged, absolutely angry.

I was jealous; therefore I loved.

There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be with someone,” I said diplomatically. Unless that person turns your world upside down and makes you lose all self-control.

The flesh of past lovers looks both familiar and strange.

There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother... Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.