Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void but out of chaos. - Mary Shelley
There is love in me the likes of which you've never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied int he one, I will indulge the other. - Mary Shelley
My courage and my resolution is firm; but my hopes fluctuate, and my spirits are often depressed. - Mary Shelley
I, a miserable wretch, haunted by a curse that shut up every avenue to enjoyment. - Mary Shelley
Like one who, on a lonely road, Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. - Coleridge's "Ancient Mariner. - Mary Shelley
nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - Mary Shelley
So much does suffering blunt even the coarsest sensations of men - Mary Shelley
The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more. - Mary Shelley
Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude. - Mary Shelley
You may deem me romantic, my dear sister, but I bitterly feel the want of a friend. - Mary Shelley
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. The sun might shine, or the clouds might lour: but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day before. - Mary Shelley
Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos; the materials must, in the first place, be afforded: it can give form to dark, shapeless substances but cannot bring into being the substance itself. - Mary Shelley
No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks. - Mary Shelley
Seek happiness in tranquility and avoid ambition even if it be only the apparently innocent one of distinguishing yourself in science and discoveries. - Mary Shelley
I required kindness and sympathy, but I did not believe myself utterly unworthy of it. - Mary Shelley
The labours of men of genius, however erroneously directed, scarcely ever fail in ultimately turning to the solid advantage of mankind. - Mary Shelley
Observando a mi alrededor y escuchando a mis vecinos jamás pude oír hablar de un ser semejante a mí. ¿Era, por lo tanto, un monstruo, una criatura de la que todos se alejarían con repugnancia y horror? - Mary Shelley