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Quotes About Anguish

All men hate the wretched.
~ Mary Shelley
Anguish and despair had penetrated into the core of my heart; I bore a hell within me, which nothing could extinguish.
~ Mary Shelley
A miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.
~ Mary Shelley
misery had her dwelling in my heart...
~ Mary Shelley
I, a miserable wretch, haunted by a curse that shut up every avenue to enjoyment.
~ Mary Shelley
Cursed, cursed creator! Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed?
~ Mary Shelley
The blood flowed freely in my veins, but a weight of despair and remorse pressed on my heart, which nothing could remove.
~ Mary Shelley
Have I not suffered enough, that you seek to increase my misery?
~ Mary Shelley
Why did I not die? More miserable than man ever was before, why did I not sink into forgetfulness and rest? Death snatches away many blooming children, the only hopes of their doting parents: how many brides and youthful lovers have been one day in the bloom of health and hope, and the next a prey for worms and the decay of the tomb! Of what materials was I made, that I could thus resist so many shocks, which, like the turning of the wheel, continually renewed the torture?
~ Mary Shelley
Thus not the tenderness of friendship, nor the beauty of earth, nor of heaven, could redeem my soul from woe; the very accents of love were ineffectual. I was encompassed by a cloud which no beneficial influence could penetrate. The wounded deer dragging its fainting limbs to some untrodden brake, there to gaze upon the arrow which had
~ Mary Shelley
Yo en cambio llevaba un infierno dentro de mi, y nadie podría arrancarlo jamás
~ Mary Shelley
I remembered Adam's supplication to his Creator. But where was mine? He had abandoned me, and in the bitterness of my heart I cursed him.
~ Mary Shelley
Unhappy man! Do you share my madness? Have you drunk also of the intoxicating draught? Hear me; let me reveal my tale, and you will dash the cup from your lips!
~ Mary Shelley
and I foresaw obscurely that I was destined to become the most wretched of human beings.
~ Mary Shelley
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. Everywhere
~ Mary Shelley
There are some beings, whom fate seems to select on whom to pour, in unmeasured portion, the vials of her wrath, and whom she bathes even to the lips in misery.
~ Mary Shelley
los mismos sueños que me habían servido de sustento y solaz durante tanto tiempo, se habían convertido ahora en un infierno para mí.
~ Mary Shelley
I was seized by remorse and the sense of guilt, which hurried me away to a hell of intense tortures as no language can describe
~ Mary Shelly
Oh! What a miserable night I passed! The cold stars shone in mockery, and the bare trees waved their branches above me; now and then the sweet voice of a bird burst forth amidst the universal stillness. All, save I, were at rest or in enjoyment; I, like the arch-fiend, bore a hell within me, and finding myself unsympathized with, wished to tear up the trees, spread havoc and destruction around me, and then to have sat down and enjoyed the ruin.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
I shall die. I shall no longer feel the agonies which now consume me, or be the prey of feelings unsatisfied, yet unquenched. He is dead who called me into being; and when I shall be no more, the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish. I shall no longer see the sun or stars, or feel the winds play on my cheeks. Light, feeling, and sense, will pass away; and in this condition must I find my happiness.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
I am sorry that I am alive to feel this misery and horror.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
read and re-read her letter an some softened feelings stole into my heart and dared to whisper paradisical dreams of love and joy; but the apple was already eaten and the angel's arm bared to drive me from all hope. Yet I would die to make her happy.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
There was none among the myriads of men that existed who would pity or assist me; and should I feel kindness towards my enemies? No; from that moment I declared everlasting war against the species, and more than all, against him who had formed me and sent me forth to this insupportable misery.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
But soon," he cried, with sad and solemn enthusiasm, "I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley