Devil, do you dare approach me? and do you not fear the fierce vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head?
My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading.
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
Invention consists in the capacity of seizing on the capabilities of a subject, and in the power of moulding and fashioning ideas suggested to it.
The instructor can scarcely give sensibility where it is essentially wanting, nor talent to the unpercipient block. But he can cultivate and direct the affections of the pupil, who puts forth, as a parasite, tendrils by which to cling, not knowing to what - to a supporter or a destroyer.
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
The moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding places.
...learn from my miseries, and do not seek to increase your own.
I am malicious because I am miserable
Tranquility, allied to loneliness, possessed no charms.
...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.
When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?
To examine the causes of life, we must first have recourse to death.
None but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science.
I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathize with me, whose eyes would reply to mine.
My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.
Her countenance was all expression; her eyes were not dark but impenetrably deep; you seemed to discover space after space in their intellectual glance.
Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.
...once I falsely hoped to meet the beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding.
I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.
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 both of hope and fear.
But her's was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides, but cannot tarnish its brightness.
It would be an endless task to trace the variety of meannesses, cares, and sorrows into which women are plunged by the prevailing opinion that they were created rather to feel than reason.
The modern masters promise very little
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