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Quotes from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
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1 I cannot pretend to describe what I then felt.
2 I can hardly describe to you the effect of these books.
3 I cannot describe to you my sensations on the near prospect of my undertaking.
4 The inside of the cottage was dark, and I heard no motion; I cannot describe the agony of this suspense.
5 I have described myself as always having been imbued with a fervent longing to penetrate the secrets of nature.
6 This idea was probably suggested by the extreme agitation I had exhibited when the mode of the murder had been described.
7 I cannot describe the delight I felt when I learned the ideas appropriated to each of these sounds and was able to pronounce them.
8 I cannot describe to you the agony that these reflections inflicted upon me; I tried to dispel them, but sorrow only increased with knowledge.
9 The shutters had been thrown back, and with a sensation of horror not to be described, I saw at the open window a figure the most hideous and abhorred.
10 You minutely described in these papers every step you took in the progress of your work; this history was mingled with accounts of domestic occurrences.
11 I need not describe the feelings of those whose dearest ties are rent by that most irreparable evil, the void that presents itself to the soul, and the despair that is exhibited on the countenance.
12 These were wild and miserable thoughts, but I cannot describe to you how the eternal twinkling of the stars weighed upon me and how I listened to every blast of wind as if it were a dull ugly siroc on its way to consume me.
13 The gentle and domestic manners it described, combined with lofty sentiments and feelings, which had for their object something out of self, accorded well with my experience among my protectors and with the wants which were forever alive in my own bosom.
14 Now all was blasted; instead of that serenity of conscience which allowed me to look back upon the past with self-satisfaction, and from thence to gather promise of new hopes, I was seized by remorse and the sense of guilt, which hurried me away to a hell of intense tortures such as no language can describe.