I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
BRAM STOKERSafety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
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Despair has its own calms.
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Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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Take me away from all this Death.
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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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It is ever thus that the things which we do wrong – although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by – come back to us with bitterness.
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I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
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Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.
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