Abbi Rigsby

“We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but mutability!”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“I became the same happy creature who, a few years ago, loved and beloved by all, had no sorrow or care.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein