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Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

Bram Stoker

The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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Beautiful Beauty Fair Only Pure Soul Task World
It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
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Facem Such Feel Himself Horror Import Man Only True Understand
Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
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Dream Fear Harmed Heart Horror
I will not let you go into the unknown alone.
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Alone Go Into Let Unknown
He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
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Firsts Household May Please
We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.
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Arm Comprehensive Gigantic Hear Mouth Radiating Shallow Tentaculae
The blood is the life!
BRAM STOKER

Blood Life
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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Endless Figure Gate Guess Join Long Measurem Terrible Open
These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.
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Being Between Distinction Infinitesimal Man Omnipotent Paltry
There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
BRAM STOKER

Beautiful Books Darkness Light
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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Eye Fall Image Lying Waxen
I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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Empty Feelings Woman World
Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall — all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
BRAM STOKER

Bones Mouth Music Teras
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.
BRAM STOKER

Brain Diaries Feelings Shock Thought
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
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!
BRAM STOKER

Confess Doubt Fear Sea Thinking

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

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