Quotes About Mary Shelley

my first impulses, which had suggested to me the duty of obeying the dying request of my friend, in destroying his enemy, were now suspended by a mixture of curiosity and compassion.

frightful selfishness hurried me on, while my heart was poisoned with remorse.

These are the reflections of the first days; but when the lapse of time proves the reality of the evil, then the actual bitterness of grief commences.

Sometimes I wished to express my sensations in my own mode, but the uncouth and inarticulate sounds which broke from me frightened me into silence again.

In both these instances the corpses were prepared by replacing its blood with a brew made by the practitioner. As an aside, it is said that the poet Shelley read Lucan's work to his wife Mary and that this inspired her celebrated work, Frankenstein.

It proved a wet, ungenial summer," the future Mary Shelley wrote, "and incessant rain often confined us for days to the house." To entertain themselves, they wrote ghost stories. Mary Shelley's would become Frankenstein.

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 a failure. Her judgement of his work was arrogant. What else of consequence did she ever write? And of the two, who was dead - and who was not?

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.

Our husbands decide without asking our consent, or having our concurrence; for, to tell you the truth, I hate this boat, though I say nothing." Mary Shelley to Jane Williams, talking the boat that Shelley and his friend Williams bought.

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.

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.

Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!

Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.