I felt lonelier than ever, because for every man there was but one remedy to all pain: Death, a gift you too had denied me.
Forgive. Forget. The true measure of wisdom. To know you have been harmed, by whom you have been harmed, and choose to let it all fade.
Choice is the seat of the soul. The one gift God granted us.
If death is not to be, then consider this, my son. While you are alive, what recourse do you have but to live?
How often a man believes he’s met an angel or a devil, only to find it is all an illusion. The game of chess we play, we play only against ourselves.
You may be my creator, but from this day forward, I will be your master.[to Victor]
To be lost and to be found, that is the lifespan of love.
The disease has spread all inside of you. It’s systemic, and you know it. Every organ in you is polluted. Your brain, your blood, it’s all polluted.[Victor Frankenstein]But my money’s not, is that it?[Heinrich Harlander]
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Only monsters play God.[to Victor]
In you I have created something truly horrible.[Victor Frankenstein]Not something. Someone.[The Creature]
In those eyes I saw pain, and what is pain if not evidence of intelligence?
In seeking life, I created death.
