It is so long before the mind can persuade itself that she, whom we saw every day, and whose very existence appeared a part of our own, can have departed for ever – that the brightness of a beloved eye can have been extinguished, and the sound of a voice so familiar, and dear to the ear, can be hushed, never more to be heard.

— Mary Shelley

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Destiny was too potent, and her immutable laws had decreed.

— Mary Shelley

And wherefore was it glorious? Not because the way was smooth and placid as a southern sea, but because it was full of dangers and terror, because at every new incident your fortitude was to be called forth and your courage exhibited, because danger and death surrounded it, and these you were to brave and overcome. For this was it a glorious, for this was it an honourable undertaking.

— Mary Shelley

I delighted in investigating the facts relative to the actual world; she busied herself in following the aerial creations of the poets. The world was to me a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.

— Mary Shelley

My uncle had an idea of his being educated as an advocate, that through his interest he might become a judge. But, besides that he is not at all fitted for such an occupation, it is certainly more creditable to cultivate the earth for the sustenance of man, than to be the confidant, and sometimes the accomplice, of his vices; which is the profession of a lawyer.

— Mary Shelley

So true it is, that man’s mind alone was the creator of all that was good or great to man, and that Nature herself was only his first minister.

— Mary Shelley

En tiempos de desgracias debemos luchar contra nuestros destinos y esforzarnos por que estos no nos venzan.

— Mary Shelley

What was I? The question again recurred, to be answered only with groans.

— Mary Shelley

My life might have been passed in ease and luxury; but I preferred glory to every enticement that wealth placed in my path.

— Mary Shelley

Remember that am they creature, I ought to be thy Adam, but am rather the fallen Angel.

— Mary Shelley

I confess to you, my friend, that I love you and that in my airy dreams of futurity you have been my constant friend and companion.

— Mary Shelley

We perceived a low carriage, fixed on a sledge and drawn by dogs, pass on towards the north, at the distance of half a mile: a being which had the shape of a man, but apparently of gigantic stature, sat in the sledge, and guided the dogs. We watched the rapid progress of the traveller with our telescopes, until he was lost among the distant inequalities of the ice.

— Mary Shelley

And I call on you, spirits of the dead; and on you, wandering ministers of vengeance, to aid and conduct me in my work. Let the cursed and hellish monster drink deep of agony; let him feel the despair that now torments me.

— Mary Shelley

I was like the Arabian who had been buried with the dead, and found a passage to life aided only by one glimmering, and seemingly ineffectual, light.

— Mary Shelley

I did not participate in these feelings; for to me the walls of a dungeon or a palace were alike hateful.

— Mary Shelley

Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed? I know not; despair had not yet taken possession of me; my feelings were those of rage and revenge. I could with pleasure have destroyed the cottage and its inhabitants, and have glutted myself with their shrieks and misery.

— Mary Shelley

I have ten thousand florins a year without Greek, I eat heartily without Greek.

— Mary Shelley

I am, by a course of strange events, become the most miserable of mortals. Persecuted and tortured as I am and have been, can death be any evil to me?

— Mary Shelley

But the latter obtained my undivided attention: wealth was an inferior object; but what glory would attend the discovery, if I could banish disease from the human frame, and render man invulnerable to any but a violent death!

— Mary Shelley

It is so long before the mind can persuade itself that she, whom we saw every day, and whose very existence appeared a part of our own, can have departed for ever – that the brightness of a beloved eye can have been extinguished, and the sound of a voice so familiar, and dear to the ear, can be hushed, never more to be heard.

— Mary Shelley

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.

— Mary Shelley
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