Mary Shelley Quote

Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of the leaves and the warbling of the birds, and these were all to me, I should have wept to die; now it is my only consolation. Polluted by crimes and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?


The monster to Robert Walton - Frankenstein (1818)


Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of...

Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of...

Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of...

Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of...