My reign is not yet over... you live, and my power is complete. Follow me; I seek the everlasting ices of the north, where you will feel the misery of cold and frost to which I am impassive. You will find near this place, if you follow not too tardily, a dead hare; eat and be refreshed. Come on, my enemy; we have yet to wrestle for our lives; but many hard and miserable hours must you endure until that period shall arrive.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyThe agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyI cherished hope, it is true, but it vanished when my person reflected . . .
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyBut soon, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley