Top 100 Quotes About Mary Shelley
#1. Nico was gothic, but she was Mary Shelley gothic to everyone else's Hammer horror film gothic. They both did Frankenstein, but Nico's was real.
Peter Murphy
#2. Mary Jane Clairmont, the second wife of William Godwin, and Mary Shelley's stepmother, had the idea of bringing out French fairy tales for children in an attempt to make some much needed money for the family (she has not been given her due by biographers, in my view).
Marina Warner
#3. Like Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, resurrection by human power rather than divine spirit always produces a monstrosity. If
Robert P. Jones
#4. In fact, there was an ancient bearded guy in the corner who looked like he'd probably palled around with Mary Shelley.
Rachel Hawkins
#5. When Mary Shelley took a local legend based on truth and crafted fiction from it, she'd made Victor a tragic figure and killed him off. He understood her dramatic purpose for giving him a death scene, but he loathed her for portraying him as tragic and as a failure.
Dean Koontz
#6. Mary Shelley may well have invented science fiction. I think she did! But after that it seemed to be a boys' game.
William Gibson
#7. His conversation was full of imagination, and very often in limitation of ther Persian, and Arabic writers, he invented tales of wonderful fancy and passion. At other times he repeated my fsvorite poems or drew me out into arguments, wich he suported with great ingenuity.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
#9. the master of this person of an excellent disposition. And is remarkable in the ship for his gentleness,and the mildness of his disipline... added to his well known integrity and dauntless courage, made me desirious to engage him.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
#11. I became myself capable of bestowing animation upon lifeless matter.
Mary Shelley
#13. I grew very weary and irritable with the curate's perpetual ejaculations;
Mary Shelley
#15. Yes," she thought, "nature is the refuge and home for women: they have no public career - no aim nor end beyond their domestic circle; but they can extend that, and make all the creations of nature their own, to foster and do good to.
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#16. Men love a prop so well, that they will lean on a pointed poisoned spear; and such was he, the impostor, who, with fear of hell for his scourge, most ravenous wolf, played the driver to a credulous flock.
Mary Shelley
#17. It is certainly more creditable to cultivate the earth for the sustenance of man, than to be the confidant, and sometimes the accomplice, of his vices; which is the profession of a lawyer.
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#18. Her health, and even the tranquillity of her hitherto constant spirit, had been shaken by what she had gone through.
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#19. Seek happiness in tranquility and avoid ambition even if it be only the apparently innocent one of distinguishing yourself in science and discoveries.
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#20. The companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain.
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#21. This advice, although good, was totally inapplicable to my case.
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#22. It is well. I go; but remember, I shall be with you on your wedding-night.
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#23. What are we, the inhabitants of this globe, least among the many that people infinite space? Our minds embrace infinity; the visible mechanism of our being is subject to merest accident.
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#24. About half an hour afterwards he attempted again to speak, but was unable; he pressed my hand feebly, and his eyes closed for ever, while the irradiation of a gentle smile passed away from his lips.
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#25. I am very averse to bringing myself forward in print, but as my account will only appear as an appendage to a former production, and as it will be confined to such topics as have connection with my authorship alone, I can hardly accuse myself of a personal intrusion.
Mary Shelley
#26. And I call on you, spirits of the dead, and on you, wandering ministers of vengeance, to aid and conduct me in my work. Let
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#27. My spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.
Mary Shelley
#28. Firm; but my hopes fluctuate, and my spirits are often
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#29. It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with.
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#30. I leave a sad and bitter world; and if you remember me, and think of me as of one unjustly condemned, I am resigned to the fate awaiting me.
Mary Shelley
#31. The agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in the excess of grief.
Mary Shelley
#32. It was, perhaps, the amiable character of this man that inclined me more to that branch of natural philosophy which he professed, than an intrinsic love for the science itself.
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#33. I could not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other.
Mary Shelley
#34. Oh! Stars and clouds and winds, ye are all about to mock me; if ye really pity me, crush sensation and memory; let me become as nought; but if not, depart, depart, and leave me in darkness.
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#35. We never do what we wish when we wish it, and when we desire a thing earnestly, and it does arrive, that or we are changed, so that we slide from the summit of our wishes and find ourselves where we were.
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#36. There are some souls, bright and precious, which, like gold and silver, may be subdued by the fiery trial, and yield to new moulds; but there are others, pure and solid as the diamond, which may be shivered to pieces, yet in every fragment retain their indelible characteristics.
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#37. Remember , that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam; but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed.
Mary Shelley
#38. 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.
Mary Shelley
#39. Continue for the present to write to me by every opportunity: I may receive your letters on some occasions when I need them most to support my spirits.
Mary Shelley
#40. Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou art bound by ties only dissoluble by the annhilation of one of us.
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#41. The world to me was a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.
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#42. I seemed to have lost all soul or sensation but for this one pursuit.
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#44. Her countenance was all expression; her eyes were not dark but impenetrably deep; you seemed to discover space after space in their intellectual glance.
Mary Shelley
#45. Soon a gentle light stole over the heavens, and gave me a sensation of pleasure. I started up, and beheld a radiant form rise from among the trees.* I gazed with a kind of wonder. It moved slowly, but it enlightened my path ; and I again went out. * The moon.
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#46. There, Margaret, the sun is forever visible, its broad disk just skirting the horizon and diffusing a perpetual splendour. There - for with your leave,
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#47. I persuaded myself that I was dreaming until night should come and that I should then enjoy reality in the arms of my dearest friends.
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#48. Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?
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#49. He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.
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#51. My dreams were therefore undisturbed by reality; and I entered with the greatest diligence into the search of the philosopher's stone and the elixir of life. But the latter obtained my undivided attention: wealth was
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#52. When one creature is murdered, another is immediately deprived of life in a slow torturing manner; then the executioners, their hands yet reeking with the blood of innocence, believe that they have done a great deed.
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#53. You seek for knowledge and wisdom, as I once did; and I ardently hope that the gratification of your wishes may not be a serpent to sting you, as mine has been. - Victor Frankenstein.
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#54. My candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open.
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#55. Hall satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never before visited, and may tread a land never before imprinted by the foot of man
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#56. Teach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people!
Mary Shelley
#57. Perhaps it is belief more than truth that helps us survive.
P.J. Parker
#58. I had rather be with you," he said, "in your solitary rambles, than with these Scotch people, whom I do not know: hasten then, my dear friend, to return, that I may again feel myself somewhat at home, which I cannot do in your absence.
Mary Shelley
#60. I have created something and let it loose upon the world. Whether it was my right to do so or not, I cannot say. At times I am filled with love for my creation. At others I am filled with regret and horror. But it is done. It has been created.
P.J. Parker
#61. 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.
Mary Shelley
#62. A child fairer than a pictured cherub - a creature who seemed to shed radiance from her looks and whose form and motions were lighter than the chamois of the hills.
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#64. 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.
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#65. Truly disappointment is the guardian deity of human life; she sits at the threshold of unborn time, and marshals the events as they come forth.
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#66. I, a miserable wretch, haunted by a curse that shut up every avenue to enjoyment.
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#67. You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature. Oh, Praise the eternal justice of man!
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#68. It was not in her nature to stop short at half-measures, not to pause when once she had fixed her purpose. If she ever trembled on looking forward to the utter ruin she was about to encounter, her second emotion was to despise herself for such pusillanimity, and to be roused to renewed energy.
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#69. The raising of ghosts or devils was a promise liberally accorded by my favourite authors,
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#71. Then reflected, and the thought made me shiver, that the creature whom I had left in my apartment might still be there, alive, and walking about.
Mary Shelley
#72. Those moral laws on which all human excellence is founded - a love of truth in ourselves, and a sincere sympathy with our fellow-creatures.
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#73. She saw and marked the revolutions that had been, and the present seemed to her only a point of rest, from which time was to renew his flight.
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#74. I no longer see the world and its works as they before appeared to me.
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#75. Strange and harrowing must be his story; frightful the storm which embraced the gallant vessel on its course, and wrecked it
thus!
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#76. Excellent friend! how sincerely did you love me, and endeavour to elevate my mind until it was on a level with your own.
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#77. Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
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#78. I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight.
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#79. Allow me now to return to the cottagers, whose story excited in me such various feelings of indignation, delight, and wonder, but which all terminated in additional love and reverence for my protectors (for so I loved, in an innocent, half painful self-deceit, to call them).
Mary Shelley
#80. Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.
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#81. Unhappy man! Do you share my maddness? Have you drunk also of the intoxicating draught? Hear me; let me reveal my tale, and you will dash the cup from your lips!
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#82. I was like the Arabian who had been buried with the dead, and found a passage to life aided only by one glimmering, and seemingly ineffectual, light. I
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#83. Learn from my miseries, and do not seek to increase your own.
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#84. I considered the being whom I had cast among mankind and endowed with the will and power to effect purposes of horror, such as the deed which he had now done, nearly in the light of my own vampire, my own spirit let loose from the grave and forced to destroy all that was dear to me.
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#85. It is a strange feeling for a girl when first she finds the power put into her hand of influencing the destiny of another to happiness or misery. She is like a magician holding for the first time a fairy wand, not having yet had experience of its potency.
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#86. I see by your eagerness, and the wonder and hope which your eyes express, my friend, that you expect to be in formed of the secret with which I am acquainted. That cannot be.
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#87. It is a farce to call any being virtuous whose virtues do not result from the exercise of its own reason.
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#88. We cannot without depraving our minds endeavour to please a lover or husband but in proportion as he pleases us.
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#89. A king is always a king - and a woman always a woman: his authority and her sex ever stand between them and rational converse.
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#90. 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.
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#91. For the first time, also, I felt what the duties of a creator toward his creature were, and that i ought to render him happy before I complained of his wickedness.
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#92. what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to the mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on the rock.
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#93. Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!
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#94. Increase of knowledge only discovered to me more clearly what a wretched outcast I was. I cherished hope, it is true, but it vanished when I beheld my person reflected in water or my shadow in the moonshine, even as that frail image and that inconstant shade.
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#95. I have thus endeavoured to preserve the truth of the elementary principles of human
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#97. When I step into the batter's box, the fans, the noise, the cheers, they all disappear. For that moment, the world is just a battle between me and the pitcher. And more than anything, I want to win.
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#98. My internal being was in a state of insurrection and turmoil; I felt that order would thence arise, but I had no power to produce it. By
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#99. I saw no cause for their unhappiness, but I was deeply affected by it. If such lovely creatures were miserable, it was less strange that I, an imperfect and solitary being, should be wretched.
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#100. For nothing contributes so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
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