“Could I enter into a festival with this deadly weight yet hanging round my neck and bowing me to the ground?Chapter 18 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★★☆→
“I, a miserable wretch, haunted by a curse that shut up every avenue to enjoyment.Chapter 18 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★★☆→
“"This is what it is to live," he cried; "now I enjoy existence! But you, my dear Frankenstein, wherefore are you desponding and sorrowful!"Chapter 18 · Henry Clerval · ★★★★☆→
“Alas! To me the idea of an immediate union with my Elizabeth was one of horror and dismay. I was bound by a solemn promise which I had not yet fulfilled and dared not break, or if I did, what manifold miseries might not impend over me and my devoted family!Chapter 18 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★★☆→
“I felt as if I had committed some great crime, the consciousness of which haunted me. I was guiltless, but I had indeed drawn down a horrible curse upon my head, as mortal as that of crime.Chapter 19 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★★☆→
“But a blight had come over my existence, and I only visited these people for the sake of the information they might give me on the subject in which my interest was so terribly profound.Chapter 19 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★★☆→
“I saw an insurmountable barrier placed between me and my fellow men; this barrier was sealed with the blood of William and Justine, and to reflect on the events connected with those names filled my soul with anguish.Chapter 19 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★★☆→
“During my first experiment, a kind of enthusiastic frenzy had blinded me to the horror of my employment; my mind was intently fixed on the consummation of my labour, and my eyes were shut to the horror of my proceedings. But now I went to it in cold blood, and my heart often sickened at the work of my hands.Chapter 19 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★★☆→
“Had I right, for my own benefit, to inflict this curse upon everlasting generations?Chapter 20 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★★☆→
“I shuddered to think that future ages might curse me as their pest, whose selfishness had not hesitated to buy its own peace at the price, perhaps, of the existence of the whole human race.Chapter 20 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★★☆→