Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
The beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
A Room of One’s Own, Virginia Woolf