Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
BRAM STOKERHe means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
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Despair has its own calms.
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There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.
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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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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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He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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The blood is the life!
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
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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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I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
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