325 Quotes by Mary Shelley

Sorrow only increased with knowledge.

I am malicious because I am miserable.

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!

I saw and heard of none like me. Was I then a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled, and whom all men disowned?

Devil, do you dare approach me? and do you not fear the fierce vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head?

How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!

Could I behold this and live? Alas! Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.

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.

My courage and my resolution is firm; but my hopes fluctuate, and my spirits are often depressed.