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.
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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We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
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I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
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A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
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The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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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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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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She has man’s brain–a brain that a man should have were he much gifted–and woman’s heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.
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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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But 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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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?
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