Frankenstein Isolation Quotes

“Of my creation and creator I was absolutely ignorant, but I knew that I possessed no money, no friends, no kind of property. I was, besides, endued with a figure hideously deformed and loathsome; I was not even of the same nature as man. I was more agile than they and could subsist upon coarser diet; I bore the extremes of heat and cold with less injury to my frame; my stature far exceeded theirs. When I looked around I saw and heard of none like me. Was I, then, a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled and whom all men disowned?”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 13. The monster to Victor on his sense of isolation and loneliness, as he reflects on his deformities and differences from man.

“I admired virtue and good feelings and loved the gentle manners and amiable qualities of my cottagers, but I was shut out from intercourse with them, except through means which I obtained by stealth, when I was unseen and unknown, and which rather increased than satisfied the desire I had of becoming one among my fellows. The gentle words of Agatha and the animated smiles of the charming Arabian were not for me. The mild exhortations of the old man and the lively conversation of the loved Felix were not for me. Miserable, unhappy wretch!”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 13. The monster to Victor, on the evolution of his mental development, from at first having virtuous intentions that were appreciated by the cottagers, to feeling shut out, to sinking into misery and unhappiness because he is ugly to others.

“Sometimes I allowed my thoughts, unchecked by reason, to ramble in the fields of Paradise, and dared to fancy amiable and lovely creatures sympathizing with my feelings and cheering my gloom; their angelic countenances breathed smiles of consolation. But it was all a dream; no Eve soothed my sorrows nor shared my thoughts; I was alone. I remembered Adam’s supplication to his Creator. But where was mine? He had abandoned me, and in the bitterness of my heart I cursed him.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 15. Victor’s creation just wants friendship and compassion. But he learns that he was just an experiment for his “father” who had now abandoned him.

“I was dependent on none and related to none. The path of my departure was free, and there was none to lament my annihilation. My person was hideous and my stature gigantic. What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination? These questions continually recurred, but I was unable to solve them.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 15. The monster to Victor. He is unable to make any sense of his existence and he cannot find his place in the world and the link with humankind.

“Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow devils, to admire and encourage him, but I am solitary and abhorred.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 15. The monster rages against his creator Victor Frankenstein for having played God, by making him into a hideous version of man.

“The more I saw of them, the greater became my desire to claim their protection and kindness; my heart yearned to be known and loved by these amiable creatures; to see their sweet looks directed towards me with affection was the utmost limit of my ambition. I dared not think that they would turn them from me with disdain and horror.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 15. The monster on the love and kindness Felix and Agatha show towards each other, and on his own sense of isolation and desire to be loved.

“When I thought of my friends, of the mild voice of De Lacey, the gentle eyes of Agatha, and the exquisite beauty of the Arabian, these thoughts vanished and a gush of tears somewhat soothed me. But again when I reflected that they had spurned and deserted me, anger returned, a rage of anger, and unable to injure anything human, I turned my fury towards inanimate objects. As night advanced I placed a variety of combustibles around the cottage, and after having destroyed every vestige of cultivation in the garden, I waited with forced impatience until the moon had sunk to commence my operations.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 16. After being rejected The monster is filled with feelings of anger and revenge and burns down the De Laceys’ cottage.

“As I fixed my eyes on the child, I saw something glittering on his breast. I took it; it was a portrait of a most lovely woman. In spite of my malignity, it softened and attracted me. For a few moments I gazed with delight on her dark eyes, fringed by deep lashes, and her lovely lips; but presently my rage returned; I remembered that I was forever deprived of the delights that such beautiful creatures could bestow and that she whose resemblance I contemplated would, in regarding me, have changed that air of divine benignity to one expressive of disgust and affright.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 16. The monster after killing the boy William, finds a picture of the lovely Caroline Frankenstein adorning his breast. Because of his own ugliness he cannot enjoy the delights such beautiful creatures could bestow on him and must remain an outcast.

What then became of me? I know not; I lost sensation, and chains and darkness were the only objects that pressed upon me. Sometimes, indeed, I dreamt that I wandered in flowery meadows and pleasant vales with the friends of my youth, but I awoke and found myself in a dungeon. Melancholy followed, but by degrees I gained a clear conception of my miseries and situation and was then released from my prison. For they had called me mad, and during many months, as I understood, a solitary cell had been my habitation.

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 23. Following the deaths of Elizabeth and his father, Victor has a mental breakdown and ends up in a dungeon accused of being mad.

“I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion. But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine. When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; 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.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 24. The monster tells Robert Walton that even the enemy of God, Satan, had friends and companions. But he was created by Victor to be alone and without a companion.
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