Book: Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus

I was meant to live to take revenge.

Don't know how I survived; more than once I lay down, exhausted, to the ground and prayed to God for death. But revenge kept me alive; I dared not die and leave surviving your enemy.

Revenge gave me strength and peace of mind; she made me take hold of themselves and helped to be prudent and cool-headed in times like this, when I threatened to madness or death.

Who would be interested in the fate of the killer, except for the executioner, waiting for payment for their job?

Do you hope to be happy when I am unhappy? You can kill my other passions, but revenge remains, which will continue to be dearer to me than light and food. I may die; but first you, my tyrant and tormentor, curse the sun is the witness of your misery. Beware for I am fearless and therefore powerful. I'll watch for you with the cunning of a snake to fatally sting. See, you'll regret caused me wrong.

Time I cannot inspire love I will cause fear.

Everyone except me, tasted the peace and joy; and only I, like Satan, bore a hell.

Damn my birthday! Curse the Creator! Why did you create a monster from which even you yourself have turned away with loathing? God, in his mercy, created man perfect in his image and likeness; I am disfigured the likeness of yourself, even more disgusting because of this similarity. Satan had sobradamente; in their eyes he was beautiful. And I'm all alone and hated.

Sometimes I wanted to shake off all thought and feeling; but I learned that from suffering there is only one deliverance is death, but I was afraid, though not understood.

Strange thing - knowledge! Once known you kept in mind tenacious as lichen on the rocks.

Are people really so powerful, virtuous, and great, and yet so vicious and base? It seemed to me the embodiment of evil, a creature of a higher, truly godlike. To be a noble man seemed to me the greatest honor available thinking creation; to be vicious and low as many of the described in the book of the people, seemed to me the deepest fall, a fate more miserable than the lot of the blind mole or harmless worm. I could not understand how a person can kill their own kind; and why there are laws and governments; but when I learned more about the evils and cruelties, I have ceased to wonder and shuddered in disgust.

Do you think that I'm better than you? No one loved her child more than I loved your brother (here his eyes filled with tears), but don't we have debt to live? Shouldn't we hold back so as not to aggravate their grief? It is however your duty to yourself, for excessive sorrow prevents improvement and even the fulfillment of daily duties, and without this man is unfit for life in society.

I avoided people; all spoke of joy and contentment, was torture; my only refuge was the solitude is deep, dark, like death.

Nothing bothers us, as after the upcoming storm of terrible events dead quiet inaction - that is clarity, where there is no room neither fear nor hope.