My candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyLife, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyI leave a sad and bitter world; and if you remember me, and think of me as of one unjustly condemned, I am resigned to the fate awaiting me.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley