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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Biography

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (née Godwin; 30 August 1797 – 1 February 1851) was an English novelist, short story writer, dramatist, essayist, biographer, and travel writer, best known for her Gothic novel Frankenstein: or, The Modern Prometheus (1818). She also edited and promoted the works of her husband, the Romantic poet and philosopher Percy Bysshe Shelley. Her father was the political philosopher William Godwin, and her mother was the philosopher and feminist Mary Wollstonecraft.

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With how many things are we on the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries.

Becoming, Carelessness, Cowardice, Inquiry

There is something at work in my soul which I do not understand. I am practically industrious - painstaking, a workman to execute with perseverance and labour - but besides this there is a love for the marvellous, a belief in the marvellous, intertwined in all my projects, which hurries me out of the common pathways of men, even to the wild sea and unvisited regions I am about to explore.

Explore, Men, Painstaking, Pathways, Perseverance, Sea

These wonderful narrations inspired me with strange feelings. Was man, indeed, at once so powerful, so virtuous, and magnificent, yet so vicious and base? He appeared at one time a mere scion of the evil principle and at another as all that can be conceived of noble and godlike.

Evil, Feelings, Men, Mere, Powerful, Vicious

I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated.

Lived, Names, Paradise, Shakespeare, Years

His conversation was marked by its happy abundance.

Abundance, Conversation, Happy, Marked, Women

There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.

Frankenstein'S Monster, Shelley, Soul, Understand, Work

I am not a person of opinions because I feel the counter arguments too strongly.

Argument, Arguments, Counter, Feels, Opinion, Person

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.

Death, Echo, Echoes, Found, Grief, Heart

When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?

Certain, Falsehood, Like, Look, Looks

did you not call this a glorious expedition? and wherefore was it glorious? not because the way was smooth and placid as a southern sea, but because it was full of dangers and terror, because at every new incident your fortitude was to be called forth and your courage exhibited, because danger and death surrounded it, and these you were brave to overcome. for this was it a glorious , for this was it an honorable undertaking

Brave, Courage, Fortitude, Honorable, Sea, Southern

It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being

Difficulty, Era, Eras, Original, Remember

Precious attribute of woe-worn humanity! that can snatch ecstatic emotion, even from under the very share and harrow, that ruthlessly ploughs up and lays waste every hope.

Despair, Grief, Humanity, Ruthlessly, Under, Waste

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

Dead, Remembrance, Speedily, Vanish

She was no longer that happy creature who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake and talked with ecstasy of our future prospects. The first of those sorrows which are sent to wean us from the earth had visited her, and its dimming influence quenched her dearest smiles.

Creature, Dearest, Earth, Lakes, Sorrow

How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!

Clinging, Excess, Feelings, Life, Strange

We are fashioned creatures, but half made up. - Victor Frankenstein

Half, Made, Creatures, Frankenstein, Victor

Till society is very differently constituted, parents, I fear, will still insist on being obeyed because they will be obeyed, and constantly endeavor to settle that power on a divine right which will not bear the investigation of reason.

Bears, Differently, Divine Right, Parent, Power, Reason

The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.

Angel, Devil, Fallen Angels, Malignant

You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings.

Commencement, Disaster, Enterprise, Evil, Regarded, Rejoice

Oh! grief is fantastic; it weaves a web on which to trace the history of its woe from every form and change around; it incorporates itself with all living nature; it finds sustenance in every object; as light, it fills all things, and, like light, it gives its own colors to all.

Color, Colors, Grief, Light, Sustenance, Weaves

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