film ask meme : FRANKENSTEIN (2025) directed by GUILLERMO DEL TORO.
a selection of lines from the 2025 film frankenstein. modified for rp purposes.
where does all this blood come from?
what is that thing? what does it want?
it will come back and kill many more.
what manner of creature is this?
what manner of devil made him?
there is no spiritual content in tissue, and no emotion in a muscle.
a part of the universe had been hollowed out and the firmament was now permanently dark.
he was the breeze, i was the storm cloud.Â
no one can conquer death.
i would have command over the forces of life and death.
if we are to behave as immodestly as gods, we must, at the very least, deliver miracles.
this is the future. this is possible.
god gives life, and god takes it.
the answers only come when coaxed by disobedience, free of fear and cowardly dogma!
what i saw was a crucifixion, really.
you are like a child, so excited, clutching your new pet so tightly that youâre strangling it.
can you contain your fire, prometheus? or are you going to burn your hands before delivering it?
weâre searchers for truth and transcendence, kindred spirits.
donât pretend to be reasonable now.
i fail to see why modesty is considered a virtue at all.
ideas are not worthwhile by themselves, i donât believe.
how often a man believes heâs met an angel or a devil, only to find it is all an illusion.
i take it then that we have an understanding?
you would have died within the year.
theyâre wretches, every one of them.
have you so hastily committed sin?
respectfully, you do not know this man.
i saw you well before you saw me, i can say that much.
what books did you buy, hmm? may i?
my interest in science leans towards the smallest things. moving with nature, perhaps the rhythms of god.
for the very first time, i became more interested in life and somewhat less interested in death.
i trust you above anyone else.
you can see godâs design in the symmetry and the shapes.
believing something does not make it true.
beautiful creature, is she not?
one fine morning, i will start to scream and i will never stop.
i cannot face such a vulgar demise.
i will be the eagle that feasts on your liver!
perhaps there is a finer point in me telling you my story.
no, don't touch me! don't ever touch me!
you are afraid of me? why? why would you be afraid of me?
i've never had a clearer mind! come, come!
the spirits have lifted me so much.
his wounds. you wounded him like that.
no, no, no. it was the world that hurt him.
did you ever ask yourself, of all the parts that make that man, which one holds the soul?
thereâs something so disquieting about that creature down there.
what if, unrestrained by sin, our creatorâs breath came into its wounded flesh directly?
in those eyes i saw pain, and what is pain if not evidence of intelligence?
what about my pain? what about what you have denied me?
of all the human anatomy, that is the organ furthest from your understanding.
your heart is pure? i assure you it isnât.
in a fit of rage, he killed him.
in seeking life, i created death.
do not harm him! i'm here.
my maker told his tale. now, i will tell you mine.
i called your name and understood i was alone.
what could i possibly do for them?
for a moment, a brief, brief moment, the world and i were at peace.
violence felt inevitable between them.
perhaps, i thought, this was the way of the world. it would hunt you and kill you just for being who you are.
with a single step, i entered a different world.Â
are you not from these parts?
your hands are frozen and youâve been hurt, have you not?
yes. your hands and face have scars.
there is something in your voice which persuades me of your goodwill and kindness.
i would be delighted to share what little i have with you and would be greatly helped by your companionship.
time passed and fell away with the leaves of autumn.
are there more books than this in the world?
man has questions for god. even god has questions. i think he wanted answers and that is why he sent us his son.
death probably intrigued him.
the true measure of wisdom. to know you have been harmed, by whom you have been harmed, and choose to let it all fade.
i understood that i was nothing.
this hurt clung to my mind. it never let go.
i found what i am. what i am made from.
i am the child of a charnel house. a wreckage.
there was silence again, and then merciless life.
death, a gift you too had denied me.
iâve rarely felt remorse before and now i feel little else.
come out of the shadows, if you are here.
we can be monsters together.
i have found sanity at such a cost, and you here are madness calling me back.
in you i have created something truly horrible.
whatever puzzle i am, creator, i think. i feel.
i am obscene to you, but to myself i simply am.
then it is still all about your will.
that horrible, horrible will that birthed me condemns me now?
the miracle is 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.
i fear you, [name]. i always have.
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.
you gave me life unwanted. i give that back to you.
i will make you bleed. i will make you humble.
you may be my creator, but from this day forward, i will be your master.
you only listen when i hurt you.
this. you put your faith in this.
so, there you were, broken and discarded. and i, alive again.
and here we are. spent and done.
i will bleed. ache. suffer. you see, it will never end.
what hope i had, what rage ⌠it is all nothing.
the tide that brought me here now comes to take you away.
if you have it in your heart, forgive yourself into existence.
while you are alive, what recourse do you have but to live?
perhaps now, we can both be human.