Mary Shelley Quotes

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...

Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?

Oh! Be men, or be more than men. Be steady to your purposes and firm as a rock. This ice is not made of such stuff as your hearts may be; it is mutable and cannot withstand you if you say that it shal...

It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.

I am malicious because I am miserable

My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading.

I need not describe the feelings of those whose dearest ties are rent by that most irreparable evil, the void that presents itself to the soul, and the despair that is exhibited on the countenance. It...

A mind of moderate capacity which closely pursues one study must infallibly arrive at great proficiency in that study.

If I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness.

You are my creator, but I am your master; Obey!

Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to a mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on a rock. - Frankenstein p115

I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.

Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.

The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.

If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us.

The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality.

Nothing is more painful to the human mind than, after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction and certainty which follows and deprives the soul...

And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in...

Hateful day when I received life!' I exclaimed in agony. 'Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring...

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.