“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.