Frases de Mary Shelley

Maria Godwin fue una narradora,[2]​ dramaturga, ensayista y biógrafa británica,[3]​ reconocida sobre todo por ser la autora de la novela gótica Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo [4]​ considerada la primera obra de ciencia ficción de la historia. También editó y promocionó las obras de su esposo, el poeta romántico y filósofo Percy Bysshe Shelley.[5]​ Su padre fue el filósofo político William Godwin y su madre la filósofa Mary Wollstonecraft.[6]​

En 1814, Mary Godwin inició una relación sentimental con uno de los seguidores políticos de su padre, Percy Bysshe Shelley, quien ya estaba casado.[7]​ Los dos, junto con la hermanastra de Mary, Claire Clairmont, vivieron en Francia y viajaron por Europa; a su regreso a Inglaterra, Mary estaba embarazada.[8]​ Durante los siguientes dos años ella y Percy se enfrentaron al ostracismo social, a las deudas constantes y a la desgracia del fallecimiento de su hija, nacida prematuramente. Se casaron a finales de 1816, tras el suicidio de la primera esposa de Percy Shelley, Harriet.[9]​

En 1816, la pareja pasó un verano con George Gordon Byron, John William Polidori y Claire Clairmont cerca de Ginebra, Suiza, donde Mary concibió la idea para su novela Frankenstein.[10]​ Los Shelley abandonaron Gran Bretaña en 1818 y se mudaron a Italia, donde su segundo y su tercer hijo murieron antes de que Shelley diese a luz a su último hijo, el único que sobrevivió, Percy Florence.[11]​ En 1822, su esposo Percy Bysshe Shelley se ahogó al hundirse su velero, durante una tormenta en la Bahía de La Spezia.[12]​ Un año después, Mary Shelley regresó a Inglaterra y desde entonces en adelante se dedicó a la educación de su hijo y a su carrera como escritora profesional.[13]​ La última década de su vida estuvo plagada de enfermedades, probablemente vinculadas al tumor cerebral que acabaría con ella a los 53 años.[14]​

Hasta la década de 1970, Mary Shelley fue principalmente reconocida por sus esfuerzos para publicar las obras de Percy Shelley y por su novela Frankenstein, la cual sigue siendo ampliamente leída y ha inspirado varias adaptaciones en cine y teatro.[15]​ Recientemente, los historiadores han comenzado a estudiar más detalladamente los logros de Mary Shelley. Los eruditos han mostrado un interés creciente en su producción literaria, particularmente en sus novelas, como las novelas históricas Valperga y Perkin Warbeck , la novela apocalíptica El último hombre y sus dos últimas novelas, Lodore y Falkner .[16]​ Los estudios de sus trabajos menos conocidos, como el libro de viajes Caminatas en Alemania e Italia y sus artículos biográficos incluido en la obra de Dionysius Lardner Cabinet Cyclopaedia apoyan el punto de vista de que Mary Shelley continuó siendo una política radical a lo largo de su vida. Las obras de Mary Shelley a menudo argumentan que la cooperación y la compasión, particularmente las practicadas por las mujeres en sus familias, son las formas de reformar a la sociedad civil. Esta visión constituyó un desafío directo al romanticismo individual promovido por Percy Shelley y a las teorías políticas educativas articuladas por su padre, William Godwin.[17]​ Wikipedia  

✵ 30. agosto 1797 – 1. febrero 1851   •   Otros nombres ਮੇਰੀ ਸ਼ੈਲੀ
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Frases célebres de Mary Shelley

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Mary Shelley Frases y Citas

“Nada contribuye a tranquilizar la mente como un propósito firme, un punto en el que pueda el alma fijar sus ojos intelectuales.”

Frankenstein
Variante: Nada contribuye tanto a serenar la mente como una finalidad permanente, un punto en el cual el alma pueda fijar su atención.

Mary Shelley: Frases en inglés

“No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.”

Variante: No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.

“Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.”

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo

Fuente: Frankenstein

“Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.”

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo

Fuente: Frankenstein

“Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of the leaves and the warbling of the birds, and these were all to me, I should have wept to die; now it is my only consolation.”

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo

The monster to Robert Walton
Frankenstein (1818)
Contexto: Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of the leaves and the warbling of the birds, and these were all to me, I should have wept to die; now it is my only consolation. Polluted by crimes and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?

“If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!”

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo

Fuente: Frankenstein

“What was I? 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 Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo

The monster in Ch. 13
Frankenstein (1818)
Contexto: What was I? 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?
I cannot describe to you the agony that these reflections inflicted upon me; I tried to dispel them, but sorrow only increased with knowledge. Oh, that I had forever remained in my native wood, nor known nor felt beyond the sensations of hunger, thirst, and heat!

“No one can conceive the variety of feelings which bore me onwards, like a hurricane, in the first enthusiasm of success. Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.”

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo

Victor Frankenstein in Ch. 4
Frankenstein (1818)
Contexto: No one can conceive the variety of feelings which bore me onwards, like a hurricane, in the first enthusiasm of success. Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. A new species would bless me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me. No father could claim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs.

“I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned. Was there no injustice in this? Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me?”

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo

The monster to Robert Walton
Frankenstein (1818)
Contexto: You, who call Frankenstein your friend, seem to have a knowledge of my crimes and his misfortunes. But in the detail which he gave you of them he could not sum up the hours and months of misery which I endured wasting in impotent passions. For while I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires. They were forever ardent and craving; still I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned. Was there no injustice in this? Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me?

“My greatest pleasure was the enjoyment of a serene sky amidst these verdant woods: yet I loved all the changes of Nature; and rain, and storm, and the beautiful clouds of heaven brought their delights with them.”

Matilda (1819)
Contexto: My greatest pleasure was the enjoyment of a serene sky amidst these verdant woods: yet I loved all the changes of Nature; and rain, and storm, and the beautiful clouds of heaven brought their delights with them. When rocked by the waves of the lake my spirits rose in triumph as a horseman feels with pride the motions of his high fed steed.
But my pleasures arose from the contemplation of nature alone, I had no companion: my warm affections finding no return from any other human heart were forced to run waste on inanimate objects.

“I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me.”

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo

Fuente: Frankenstein

“Live, and be happy, and make others so.”

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo

Justine Moritz in Ch. 8
Frankenstein (1818)

“Nothing contributes so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose- a point on which the soul can focus its intellectual eye”

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo

Robert Walton in "Letter 1"
Fuente: Frankenstein (1818)
Contexto: I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven, for nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose — a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.

“I seek not a fellow feeling in my misery. No sympathy may I ever find. When I first sought it, it was the love of virtue, the feelings of happiness and affection with which my whole being overflowed, that I wished to be participated. But now that virtue has become to me a shadow, and that happiness and affection are turned into bitter and loathing despair, in what should I seek for sympathy?”

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo

The monster to Robert Walton
Frankenstein (1818)
Contexto: I seek not a fellow feeling in my misery. No sympathy may I ever find. When I first sought it, it was the love of virtue, the feelings of happiness and affection with which my whole being overflowed, that I wished to be participated. But now that virtue has become to me a shadow, and that happiness and affection are turned into bitter and loathing despair, in what should I seek for sympathy? I am content to suffer alone while my sufferings shall endure; when I die, I am well satisfied that abhorrence and opprobrium should load my memory. Once my fancy was soothed with dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment. Once I falsely hoped to meet with beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding. I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion. But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine. When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.

“I am an unfortunate and deserted creature, I look around and I have no relation or friend upon earth.”

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo

The monster to the blind man in Ch. 15
Frankenstein (1818)
Contexto: I am an unfortunate and deserted creature, I look around and I have no relation or friend upon earth. These amiable people to whom I go have never seen me and know little of me. I am full of fears, for if I fail there, I am an outcast in the world forever.

“You, who call Frankenstein your friend, seem to have a knowledge of my crimes and his misfortunes.”

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo

The monster to Robert Walton
Frankenstein (1818)
Contexto: You, who call Frankenstein your friend, seem to have a knowledge of my crimes and his misfortunes. But in the detail which he gave you of them he could not sum up the hours and months of misery which I endured wasting in impotent passions. For while I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires. They were forever ardent and craving; still I desired love and fellowship, and I was still spurned. Was there no injustice in this? Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me?

“I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel…”

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein o el moderno Prometeo

Fuente: Frankenstein

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