Frankenstein 2025 quotes, page 2

Honor, country, valor...these surely are worthwhile, elevated ideas by themselves, wouldn't you agree? And yet men are dying for them, in a decidedly un-elevated way. Face-down in the mud, choking on blood, screaming in pain. Men that were fathers, or brothers, or sons to someone out there. Men that were fed, and cleaned, and nursed, and schooled into this world by their mothers, only to fall on a battlefield far from those that provoke these tragedies. Those men remain at home, untouched by blood or bayonet. Their skin unpierced, their blankets warm and clean. That is what happens when ideas are pursued by fools.

The Creature

I cannot die. And I cannot live... alone.

I have found sanity at such a cost. And now, here you are, calling me back.

The Creature

I longed to be part of this family. To be their benefactor. What could I possibly do for them? I became their invisible guardian. The Spirit of the Forest. And on occasion they too extended a small kindness toward me. Clothes. Bread. And for a moment, a brief, brief moment, the world and I were at peace.

I never considered what would come after creation. And having reached the edge of the earth, there was no horizon left. The achievement felt unnatural. Void of meaning. And this troubled me so.

I thought it was brilliant. But you are like a child. So excited, clutching your new pet so tightly that you're strangling it. That is why I worry about you. Can you contain your fire, Prometheus? Or are you going to burn your hands before delivering it?

The Creature

I understood that I was nothing. A wretch. A blot. Not even of the same nature as Man. This hurt clung to my mind. It never let go.

I will be the eagle that feasts on your liver!

In seeking life, I created death.

Life. This is life, gentlemen. We are born. And no sooner do we rise, we fall. Death. In the space between that rise and fall, our humble little purview. Birth is not in our hands, is it. Conception, that spark, the animation of thought and soul, that is in God's hands. God. But death, ah, now there lies the challenge. That should be our concern. It should be. Who are we to do so? We are not gods, are we? But if we are to behave as immodestly as gods, we must, at the very least, deliver miracles, wouldn't you say? Ignite a divine spark in these young students' minds. Teach them defiance rather than obedience! Show that Man may pursue Nature to her hiding places and stop death! Not slow it down, but stop it entirely!

The Creature

My Maker told you his tale? Then I will tell you mine.

My place was never in this world. I sought and longed for something I could not quite name. But in you, I found it. To be lost and to be found, that is the lifespan of love. And in its brevity, its tragedy... this has been made eternal. Better this way... to fade... with your eyes gazing upon me.

Some of what I will tell you is fact. Some is not. But it is all true.

The Creature

The miracle was not that I should speak, but that you would ever listen! If you are not to award me love, then I will indulge in rage. And mine is infinite!

The tower was built as an irrigation plant to water the fields. Public works, so construction was abandoned at the start of the war. Not this war, the one before. Or the one before that? I cannot quite remember.