Mary Shelley Quotes

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.

Sharp and fell remorse, the offspring of my sin! Why do you, O God, lacerate my heart so late? Why, O boding cries, that scream so close to me,--why do I listen to you now, and never heard you before?

There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.

God hath yoked to guilt her pale tormentor,--misery.

No torment in the world is comparable to an accusing conscience.

He let out a hiss of pain,then smiled that crooked, sheepish smile he always fell back on when he was caught doing something bad. "Sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I just- I've been lying here for hours, thinking about blood.

I never meant it," he was saying. "Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it, seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something... What do I do? What can I do...?

Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating, to not hear the beating, but only tears of perfect moan, only tears of perfect moan.

I mean, I felt terrible. And in the beginning, I mean, I was completely devastated. I mean, can you imagine the kind of guilt that you would feel, and the responsibility?

When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.

The last thing I stole was a box of Coca Cola from a parked truck in Adelaide. I was nice and drunk. It was New Year's Eve. And that was about 28 years ago.

It's a horrible thing to realize what you've done.

I think whenever you lose somebody close to you, there's always a part of you that wishes you could have done something differently.

The torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul.

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.

How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.

In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go, and I must have killed him. I can't remember strangling him. I just sat there shocked.

Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.

I am aware that I have caused you pain and anguish, but I think you will allow me to take my decision.

You don't get dead and there not be consequences.

There's some that came here never believing they were dead. They insisted all the way that they were alive, it was a mistake, someone would have to pay; made no difference. There's others who longed to be dead when they were alive, poor souls; lives full of pain or misery; killed themselves for a chance of a blessed rest, and found that nothing had changed except for the worse, and this time there was no escape; you can't make yourself alive again.

Kill me. If you’ve ever been my friend, kill me.

Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.