It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.

If I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness.

I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me.

The world was to me a secret which I desired to devine.

I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.

The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.

My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.

Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.

Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of man!

If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us.

Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!

With how many things are we on the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries.

How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!

The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality.

Learn from my miseries, and do not seek to increase your own.

Once I falsely hoped to meet the beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding.

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.

When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?

The world to me was a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.

Satan has his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and detested.

Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose

Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void but out of chaos.

The companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain.

There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.