Frankenstein Quotes Flashcards
If my dad just told me loony science was bollocks NONE OF THIS would’ve happened. I blame him, really.
If, instead of this remark, my father had taken the pains to explain to me that the principles of Agrippa had been entirely exploded and that a modern system of science had been introduced which possessed much greater powers than the ancient, because the powers of the latter were chimerical, while those of the former were real and practical, under such circumstances I should certainly have thrown Agrippa aside and have contented my imagination, warmed as it was, by returning with greater ardour to my former studies.
p 34 c 2
My proto baby thing was actually really gross looking. He was all, like, colourful in weird places. Grow-ss.
His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.
p 58 c 5
And then I had this weird dream where I made out with my dead mother, woke and saw my gross proto baby. Worst night. Serious.
But it was in vain; I slept, indeed, but I was disturbed by the wildest dreams. I thought I saw Elizabeth, in the bloom of health, walking in the streets of Ingolstadt. Delighted and surprised, I em- braced her, but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave-worms crawling in the folds of the flannel. I started from my sleep with horror; a cold dew covered my forehead, my teeth chattered, and every limb became con- vulsed; when, by the dim and yellow light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window shutters, I beheld the wretch— the miserable monster whom I had created.
p 59 c 5
Look I know I’m mingin, but I’m effectively your asexual child. Be nice to me and I’ll be nice to the world. Everyone else hates me. Suck it up.
‘Remember that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.’
p 114 c 10
You belong to that guy I hate. I’m gonna kill you.
‘‘Frankenstein! you belong then to my enemy—to him towards whom I have sworn eternal revenge; you shall be my first victim.’
p 171 c 16
Why do you hate me for killing people, but not other people who tried to kill me? Double standards
‘Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me? Why do you not hate Felix, who drove his friend from his door with contumely?’
p 275 c 24
Last lines. Adam’s gonna make his pyre and sit on it.
‘I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames. The light of that conflagration will fade away; my ashes will be swept into the sea by the winds. My spirit will sleep in peace, or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.’
He sprang from the cabin window as he said this, upon the ice raft which lay close to the vessel. He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.
p 277 c 24
You know how sometimes you really want to just forgot something? That’s me with EVERYTHING. You should never have invented me, really.
‘Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to the mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on the rock. I wished sometimes to shake off all thought and feeling’ adam
p 142 c 13
Really, you can’t imagine the stuff I did. Why did I do that? I can’t even think about it now.
Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave or tortured the living animal to animate the lifeless clay? My limbs now tremble, and my eyes swim with the remembrance
p 55 c 4
So I worked for ages at something then I finished and was like WHY DID I JUST DO THAT. It’s hard to describe.
How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form?
p 58 c 5
After you left me in the cold, stupid and basically naked, I found some fire.
One day, when I was oppressed by cold, I found a fire which had been left by some wandering beggars
p 101 c 11
I was so INNOCENT when you left me. Look how cute and sad I was. Fucker.
‘It was dark when I awoke; I felt cold also, and half frightened, as it were, instinctively, finding myself so desolate.’ adam
p 119 c 11
Ugh, my parents were so great. But the parents have a big responsibility to their creations. Oh, wait.
I was their plaything and their idol, and something better—their child, the innocent and helpless creature bestowed on them by heaven, whom to bring up to good, and whose future lot it was in their hands to direct to happiness or misery, according as they fulfilled their duties towards me.
p 27 c 1
I WILL BE A GODDD
Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. A new species would bless me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me. No father could claim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs.
p 54 c 4
So yeah basically I’m like a god, but I feel the support of real god to not make me a god anymore. I mean, I wanted to keep being a god, a bit, but real god thought I’d be the best guy to stop me being a god. You get it? God.
‘I pursued my path towards the destruction of the daemon more as a task enjoined by heaven, as the mechanical impulse of some power of which I was unconscious, than as the ardent desire of my soul.’
p 253 c 24
