This man belongs to me, I want him!
BRAM STOKEREven 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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Paris is a city of centralisation–and centralisation and classification are closely allied. In the early times, when centralisation is becoming a fact, its forerunner is classification. All things which are similar or analogous become grouped together, and from the grouping of groups rises one whole or central point.
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And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!
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Despair has its own calms.
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Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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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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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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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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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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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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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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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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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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Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
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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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