Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Quotes
But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself. 
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Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.
- Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety
that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a
spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain
pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer
of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and
a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a
spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain
pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer
of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and
a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley