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How dreadful it is, to emerge from the oblivion of slumber, and to receive as a good morrow the mute wailing of one's own hapless heart - to return from the land of deceptive dreams to the heavy knowledge of unchanged

How dreadful it is, to emerge from the oblivion of slumber, and to receive as a good morrow the mute wailing of one's own hapless heart - to return from the land of deceptive dreams to the heavy knowledge of unchanged disaster!

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Dream, Grief, Heart
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1833). “The Last Man”, p.180

Men become cannibals of their own hearts; remorse, regret, and restless impatience usurp the place of more wholesome feeling: every thing seems better than that which is.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Regret, Heart, Men
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1835). “Lodore”, p.21

What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Heart, Men, Determined
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (2001). “Frankenstein”, p.12, Courier Corporation

At the age of twenty six I am in the condition of an aged person - all my old friends are gone... & my heart fails when I think by how few ties I hold to the world.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Heart, Thinking, Ties
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Paula R. Feldman, Diana Scott-Kilvert (1987). “The Journals of Mary Shelley, 1814-1844: 1822-1844”, Oxford University Press, USA

Oh! Be men, or be more than men. Be steady to your purposes and firm as a rock. This ice is not made of such stuff as your hearts may be; it is mutable and cannot withstand you if you say that it shall not. Do not return to your families with the stigma of disgrace marked on your brows. Return as heroes who have fought and conquered, and who know not what it is to turn their backs on the foe.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Hero, Heart, Men
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1993). “Frankenstein”, p.164, Wordsworth Editions

My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Heart, Hatred, Vices
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1988). “Frankenstein, Or, The Modern Prometheus: With Supplementary Essays and Poems from the Twentieth Century”, p.187, Orchises Press

I trembled, and my heart failed within me; when, on looking up, I saw, by the light of the moon, the daemon at the casement.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Heart, Moon, Light
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1988). “Frankenstein, Or, The Modern Prometheus: With Supplementary Essays and Poems from the Twentieth Century”, p.141, Orchises Press

But success shall crown my endeavours. Wherefore not? Thus far I have gone, tracking a secure way over the pathless seas: the very stars themselves being witnesses and testimonies of my triumph. Why not still proceed over the untamed yet obedient element? What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Stars, Heart, Men
Alden Nowlan, Walter Learning, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1976). “Frankenstein: the play”, Irwin Publishing

And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Grief, Heart, Echoes
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1993). “Frankenstein”, p.5, Wordsworth Editions

What is there so fearful as the expectation of evil tidings delayed? ... Misery is a more welcome visitant when she comes in her darkest guise and wraps us in perpetual black, for then the heart no longer sickens with disappointed hope.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Fear, Heart, Evil
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (2014). “The Evil Eye”, p.12, Simon and Schuster

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