“She died calmly; and her countenance expressed affection even in death. I need not describe the feelings of those who dearest ties are rent by that most irreparable evil, the void that presents itself to the soul, and the despair… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“Yet from whom has not that rude hand rent away some dear connexion; and why should I describe a sorrow which all have felt, and must feel? The time at length arrives, when grief is rather an indulgence than a… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart” — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“I wished, as it were, to procrastinate all that related to my feelings of affection until the great object, which swallowed up every habit… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“A sense of security, a feeling that a truce was established between the present hour and the irresistible, disastrous future imparted to me a… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“voyage to render their seeming eccentricities consistent forever. I shall satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“I agree with you," replied the stranger; "we are unfashioned creatures, but half made up, if one wiser, better, dearer than ourselves -- such… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“I write a few lines in haste to say that I am safe—and well advanced on my voyage. This letter will reach England by… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“I enjoyed this scene; and yet my enjoyment was embittered both by the memory of the past, and the anticipation of the future. I… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“I learned that the possessions most esteemed by your fellow-creatures were, high and unsullied descent united with riches. A man might be respected with… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“These are my enticements, and they are sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death and to induce me to commence this laborious… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“I will tell my story, and my reader shall judge for me. I will tell my story, and so contrive to pass some few… — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
“A man would make but a very sorry chemist if he attended to that department of human knowledge alone.” — Mary Shelley Copy Share Image
