Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
BRAM STOKERBut this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
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There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
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No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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Take me away from all this Death.
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
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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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But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
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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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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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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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It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact.
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I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- “Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!” He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- “Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!
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There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
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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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