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Mary Shelley Quotes on Sadness (7 Quotes)


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  • How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!
    (Mary Shelley, "Frankenstein")

  • I was new to sorrow, but it did not the less alarm me.
    (Mary Shelley, "Frankenstein")

  • Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
    (Mary Shelley, "Frankenstein")

  • My reign is not yet over... you live, and my power is complete. Follow me; I seek the everlasting ices of the north, where you will feel the misery of cold and frost to which I am impassive. You will find near this place, if you follow not too tardily, a dead hare; eat and be refreshed. Come on, my enemy; we have yet to wrestle for our lives; but many hard and miserable hours must you endure until that period shall arrive.
    (Mary Shelley, "Frankenstein")

  • 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, "Frankenstein")


  • Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.
    (Mary Shelley, "Frankenstein")

  • It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and 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 it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.
    (Mary Shelley)


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