No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
BRAM STOKERAbove the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night,
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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass.
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I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards
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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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A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
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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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Despair has its own calms.
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Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don’t often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more, and they are content to wait and let things be, but to those who are doomed to be shut out for ever you cannot think what it means.
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I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.
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A wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.
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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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Above the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night,
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Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
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