Quotes & Sayings About Victor Frankenstein Playing God

The door opened, held by the butler, and Lord Montagu swept into the room, his presence overwhelming the space. She could swear even the flowers in their vases perked up and listed in his direction. Honest to Pete. — Angela Quarles

A day without sunshine is like, you know, night. — Steve Martin

For the writer, madness should seep slowly out of them from the world they endure each day. — Jason E. Hodges

People are shaped by the earth and water around them. — Lisa See

There are no roads in British Columbia. There are only corners joined together. And nowhere is this truer than in Vancouver. In this city, pedestrians, even those within clearly marked crosswalks
especially those within clearly marked crosswalks
are viewed not as nuisances to be avoided but as obstacles to be overcome. Rising to the challenge, Vancouver drivers will attempt to weave through these pedestrians without knocking any over
and, here's the fun part, without ever applying the brakes. Swoosh, swoosh: downtown slalom. Pedestrians, in turn, try to keep things interesting by crisscrossing the streets at random, like neutrons in a particle accelerator. They cross the street like this because, being from Vancouver, they naturally have a sense of entitlement. Either that or they're stoned. — Will Ferguson

We know that the world is not resting on the horn of a bull; we also know that it rests on the horn of lies! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

The purpose of all relationships is to create a sacred context
within which you can express the fullness of who you are.
And who you are is an experience you have before
you enter relationship, not because you did. — Neale Donald Walsch

I love Al Pacino. — Rain

It is not wise to judge others based on your own preconceptions and by their appearances. — Masashi Kishimoto

I need the reality of other people, work, to fulfill myself. Must never become a mere mother and housewife. — Sylvia Plath

Help me. Please?"
She gave him an abashed nod (but not nearly so
abashed as she ought) and turned to Harriet. "I think that Lord Winstead refers to the rhyming qualities of the title." Harriet blinked a few times. "It doesn't rhyme."
"Oh, for heaven's sake," Elizabeth burst out. " Finstead Winstead?"
Harriet's gasp very nearly sucked the air from the room. "I never noticed!" she exclaimed.
"Obviously," her sister drawled.
"I must have been thinking about you when I wrote
the play," Harriet said to Daniel. From her expression, he gathered he was meant to feel flattered, so he tried to smile. — Julia Quinn