My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free. Mary Shelley accountannoydear Change image and share on social
But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself. Mary Shelley blastboltcease share on social
Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos. Mary Shelley admitchaosconsist Change image and share on social
My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings. Mary Shelley agreeabledreamfantastic Change image and share on social
It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with. Mary Shelley beginconcentratemind Change image and share on social
Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye. Mary Shelley contributeeyefix Change image and share on social
A slavish bondage to parents cramps every faculty of the mind. Mary Shelley bondagecrampfaculty Change image and share on social
I am very averse to bringing myself forward in print, but as my account will only appear as an appendage to a former production, and as it will be confined to such topics as have connection with my authorship alone, I can hardly accuse myself of a personal intrusion. Mary Shelley accountaccuseappendage share on social
