Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Glamorous Frankenstein Novel quotations
Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?
If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!
You are my creator, but I am your master; Obey!
I beheld the wretch-the miserable monster whom I had created.
There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.
I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.
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.
What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?
How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!
Curiosity, earnest research to learn the hidden laws of nature, gladness akin to rapture, as they unfolded to me, are among the earliest sensations I can remember.
So much has been done, exclaimed the soul of Frankenstein - more, far more, will I achieve; treading in the steps already marked, I will pioneer a new way, explore unknown powers, and unfold to the world the deepest mysteries of creation.
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?
I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel.
Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.
Supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavor to mock the stupendous mechanism of the Creator of the world.
I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature.
Satan has his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him;
but I am solitary and detested.
...we are unfashioned creatures, but half made up, if one wiser, better, dearer than ourselves - such a friend ought to be - do not lend his aid to perfectionate our weak and faulty natures.
My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.
With how many things are we on the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries.
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.
My favorite novel in the world is Frankenstein.
I'm going to misquote it horribly, but the monster says, "I have such love in me, more than you can imagine. But, if I cannot provoke it, I will provoke fear."
I'd never imagined myself writing at all until I was almost 30.
And horror films weren't to my taste, at least the super popular (slasher-y) ones of the day back then. The first novel I ever loved as a kid was Frankenstein, and I was always a crazy Hitchcock and Polanski fan... but I never saw myself - a square spazzy girl from the suburbs - writing anything that would horrify anyone. Or so I thought.