Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
BRAM STOKERGood women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.
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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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I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
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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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I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
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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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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
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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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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.
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The angels of the dark, restoring sight; We go — the pains of Day to soothe, console — Awake, arise! Behold thou art made whole.
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