Frankenstein Appearance Quotes

As I stood at the door, on a sudden I beheld a stream of fire issue from an old and beautiful oak which stood about twenty yards from our house; and so soon as the dazzling light vanished, the oak had disappeared, and nothing remained but a blasted stump. When we visited it the next morning, we found the tree shattered in a singular manner. It was not splintered by the shock, but entirely reduced to thin ribbons of wood. I never beheld anything so utterly destroyed.

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 2. The natural world is beautiful and capable of destruction at the same time. This natural occurrance is what prompts Victor’s fascination with science.

How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 5. Victor Frankenstein is revulsed by the hideousness of the creature he has created.

During this short voyage I saw the lightning playing on the summit of Mont Blanc in the most beautiful figures. The storm appeared to approach rapidly, and, on landing, I ascended a low hill, that I might observe its progress. It advanced; the heavens were clouded, and I soon felt the rain coming slowly in large drops, but its violence quickly increased.

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 7. Victor Frankenstein is awed by the beauty and violence contained together in nature during a lighting storm.

“When I slept or was absent, the forms of the venerable blind father, the gentle Agatha, and the excellent Felix flitted before me. I looked upon them as superior beings who would be the arbiters of my future destiny. I formed in my imagination a thousand pictures of presenting myself to them, and their reception of me. I imagined that they would be disgusted, until, by my gentle demeanour and conciliating words, I should first win their favour and afterwards their love.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 12. The creature’s desire for affection and love makes him appear a sympathetic and deeply human character. He considers revealing himself to the De Lacey family, hoping they will look beyond his appearance, not prejudge him and accept him like any other person.

“Of my creation and creator I was absolutely ignorant, but I knew that I possessed no money, no friends, no kind of property. I was, besides, endued with a figure hideously deformed and loathsome; I was not even of the same nature as man. I was more agile than they and could subsist upon coarser diet; I bore the extremes of heat and cold with less injury to my frame; my stature far exceeded theirs. When I looked around I saw and heard of none like me. Was I, then, a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled and whom all men disowned?”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 13. The monster to Victor on his sense of isolation and loneliness, as he reflects on his deformities and differences from man.

“I admired virtue and good feelings and loved the gentle manners and amiable qualities of my cottagers, but I was shut out from intercourse with them, except through means which I obtained by stealth, when I was unseen and unknown, and which rather increased than satisfied the desire I had of becoming one among my fellows. The gentle words of Agatha and the animated smiles of the charming Arabian were not for me. The mild exhortations of the old man and the lively conversation of the loved Felix were not for me. Miserable, unhappy wretch!”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 13. The monster to Victor, on the evolution of his mental development, from at first having virtuous intentions that were appreciated by the cottagers, to feeling shut out, to sinking into misery and unhappiness because he is ugly to others.

“I was dependent on none and related to none. The path of my departure was free, and there was none to lament my annihilation. My person was hideous and my stature gigantic. What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination? These questions continually recurred, but I was unable to solve them.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 15. The monster to Victor. He is unable to make any sense of his existence and he cannot find his place in the world and the link with humankind.

“Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow devils, to admire and encourage him, but I am solitary and abhorred.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 15. The monster rages against his creator Victor Frankenstein for having played God, by making him into a hideous version of man.

“Who can describe their horror and consternation on beholding me? Agatha fainted, and Safie, unable to attend to her friend, rushed out of the cottage. Felix darted forward, and with supernatural force tore me from his father, to whose knees I clung; in a transport of fury, he dashed me to the ground and struck me violently with a stick.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 15. Felix, Safie and Agatha are horrified when they see the monster. Even though he didn’t do anything wrong, Felix judged him based on his looks and attacked him.

“I rushed from my hiding-place and with extreme labour, from the force of the current, saved her and dragged her to shore. She was senseless, and I endeavoured by every means in my power to restore animation, when I was suddenly interrupted by the approach of a rustic, who was probably the person from whom she had playfully fled. On seeing me, he darted towards me, and tearing the girl from my arms, hastened towards the deeper parts of the wood. I followed speedily, I hardly knew why; but when the man saw me draw near, he aimed a gun, which he carried, at my body and fired. I sank to the ground, and my injurer, with increased swiftness, escaped into the wood.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 16. The creature tries to do a good and a heroic deed, but because of his hideous appearance is shot and wounded.

“As I fixed my eyes on the child, I saw something glittering on his breast. I took it; it was a portrait of a most lovely woman. In spite of my malignity, it softened and attracted me. For a few moments I gazed with delight on her dark eyes, fringed by deep lashes, and her lovely lips; but presently my rage returned; I remembered that I was forever deprived of the delights that such beautiful creatures could bestow and that she whose resemblance I contemplated would, in regarding me, have changed that air of divine benignity to one expressive of disgust and affright.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 16. The monster after killing the boy William, finds a picture of the lovely Caroline Frankenstein adorning his breast. Because of his own ugliness he cannot enjoy the delights such beautiful creatures could bestow on him and must remain an outcast.
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