The world was to me a secret which I desired to devine.

The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality.

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

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.

. . . the companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain.

the sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time.

Even the eternal skies weep, I thought; is there any shame then, that mortal man should spend himself in tears?