Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
BRAM STOKERHow 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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Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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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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As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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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.
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I have learned not to think little of any one’s belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.
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Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?
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I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.
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But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
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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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The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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