“Believe me, Frankenstein, I was benevolent; my soul glowed with love and humanity; but am I not alone, miserably alone? You, my creator, abhor me; what hope can I gather from your fellow creatures, who owe me nothing? They spurn and hate me.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 10. In his travels The monster has learned about and yearned for love. But what he experienced was hate and loneliness.