Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyI had desired it with an ardor that far exceeded moderation, but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.
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Every dream is beautiful, but the dream of revenge is ugly. When you wish for revenge, you want the person who wronged you to suffer. However, once you have that wish fulfilled, it all goes away. You are left with the feeling that you had acted rashly and perhaps even cruelly.
The idea is that Revenge doesn't make sense in the end. Not only does it not make sense, it leaves you empty inside.
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