Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1797-1851) was an English novelist who wrote the Gothic novel Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus (1818). She also edited and promoted the works of her husband, the Romantic poet and philosopher Percy Bysshe Shelley. Her novel remains widely read and has inspired many theatrical and film adaptations. Shelley's works often argue that cooperation and sympathy, particularly as practiced by women in the family, were the ways to reform civil society.
Below, find the best quotes from Frankenstein with their corresponding chapter numbers!
Frankenstein
- Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The tarry 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.
- Volume 1 Letter 4
- The world was to me a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy; which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.
- Volume 1 Chapter 1
- Yet with how many things are we upon the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries.
- Volume 1 Chapter 3
- Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.
- Volume 1 Chapter 3
- Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.
- Volume 1 Chapter 3
- 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.
- Volume 2 Chapter 1
- When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can look so like truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?
- Volume 2 Chapter 1
- Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
- Volume 2 Chapter 2
- I ought to be thy Adam; but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed.
- Volume 2 Chapter 2
- I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
- Volume 2 Chapter 2
- Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of man!
- Volume 2 Chapter 2
- If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear.
- Volume 2 Chapter 9
- 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.
- Chapter 2 Volume 9
- Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.
- Volume 3 Chapter 3
- How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!
- Volume 3 Chapter 3
- 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.
- Volume 3 Chapter 4
- The cup of life was poisoned for ever; and although the sun shone upon me, as upon the happy and gay of heart, I saw around me nothing but a dense and frightful darkness, penetrated by no light but the glimmer of two eyes that glared upon me.
- Volume 3 Chapter 4
- Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.
- Volume 3 Chapter 6
- "Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!"
- Volume 3 Chapter 6
- The companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds, which hardly any later friend can obtain.
- Volume 3 Chapter 7
- But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am quite alone.
- Volume 3 Chapter 7
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