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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

Bram Stoker

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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Bessie Country End Girl Last Peace Place Poor Shoot Well
The blood is the life!
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Blood Life
How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
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Bless Bring Come Dread Fear How Live Nighty Nothing People Sleep Some
Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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Again House People Something Welcome
Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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Country Even Love People Some
It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.
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Human Nature Really Resilience Wonderful
Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
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Doctor Doubt Everything Eyebrow Know Like Yourself
The Dead travel fast.
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Dead Fast Travel
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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Ever Feel Feet Flame Later Love Night Path Tread Walk
As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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Achieve Create Evoke Goes Life Nothing Spark
Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for 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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Age All Effort Enlightenment Secret Silence Toil
You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
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Love never Not Past So Tell Yourselves Youself
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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Began Draw Gloom Red Remain Snow
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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Brave Hands Itself Men
For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.
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Brain Diaries Feelings Shock Thought
The blood is the life!
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Blood Life People

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

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