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,
BRAM STOKERFor life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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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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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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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
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Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
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You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
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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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We learn from failure, not from success!
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There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
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And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
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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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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 blood is the life!
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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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