Mary Shelley Quotes

This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.

Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.

How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?

Without pain, we couldn't know joy.

A joy as intense as pain

Every nerve that can thrill with pleasure, can also agonize with pain.

This is the saddest, most depressing music I've ever heard. It makes me so happy.

Joy is a mystery because it can happen anywhere, anytime, even under the most unpromising circumstances, even in the midst of suffering, with tears in its eyes.

I think that hurting gives us a way to measure being happy. How can you know one without knowing the other.

The rose and thorn, the treasure and dragon, joy and sorrow, all mingle into one.

Joy surfeited turns to sorrow.

There is room in the halls of pleasure for a large and lordly train, but one by one we must all file on through the narrow aisles of pain.

To seek out in a world full of joy the one thing that is certain to give you pain, and hug it to your bosom with all your strength; that's the greatest human happiness.

Joy, happiness ... we do not question. They are beyond question, maybe. A matter of being. But pain forces us to think, and to make connections ... to discover what has been happening to cause it. And, curiously enough, pain draws us to other human beings in a significant way, whereas joy or happiness to some extent, isolates.

We pick our own sorrows out of the joys of other men, and from their sorrows likewise we derive our joys.

There is both joy and suffering on planet Earth because this beautiful world is a world of duality - a world of opposites. There is an opposite side to everything.

The sheer splendor of the sight made my chest tighten and tears sting my eyes. All the darkness lately made it easy to forget the world contained more than people trying to hurt other people. It had beauty, too, if you knew where to look--and remembered to open your eyes.

Happiness was born a twin.

The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long.

His anger was as great as mine, but hot where mine was cold.

Joy is the reflex of terror.

From the satisfaction of desire there may arise, accompanying joy and as it were sheltering behind it, something not unlike despair.