“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”—(via beforeiloveandleaveyou)
“What dreams I had of my mate. Of another being, looking into these eyes, upon this face, and recoiling not. But how could that happen? For the monster is not in my face, but in my soul. I once thought that if I was like other men, I would be happy and loved.The malignance has grown, you see, from the outside in. And this shattered visage merely reflects the abomination that is my heart. Oh, my creator, why. Why did you not make me of steel and stone? Why did you allow me to feel? I would rather be the corpse I was than the man I am.
Pull the trigger.
It would be a blessing.”—Caliban (Penny Dreadful)
Dr. Victor Frankenstein: I would never chart a river or scale a peak to take its measure or plant a flag. There’s no point. It’s solipsistic self-aggrandizement. So too those scientists who study the planets seeking astronomical enlightenment for its own sake. The botanists studying the variegation of an Amazonian fern. The zoologist caught up in the endless fascination of an adder’s coils. And for what? Knowledge for itself alone? The elation of discovery? Plant your flag on the truth? Hah. There is only one worthy goal for scientific exploration: piercing the tissue that separates life from death. Everything else from the deep bottom of the sea to the top of the highest mountain on the farthest planet is insignificant. Life and death, Sir Malcolm. The flicker that separates one from the other. Fast as a bat’s wing, more beautiful than any sonnet. That is my river. That is my mountain. There I will plant my flag.
Sir Malcolm Murray: You have the soul of a poet, sir.
Dr. Victor Frankenstein: And the bank account to match.
“If I could only go back now, I would run after him and say, “Don’t go.
Don’t go to Africa.
You’ll never survive, you’re too weak.
You’re beautifully weak, Peter.
I love you for your weakness.””—Vanessa Ives (Penny Dreadful)