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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 Stoker

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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Century House Made
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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Light Love Selfish
There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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Bad Country Dream People Sleep
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
Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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Angel Good Hours Woman
It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.
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Almost Before Breathe Draw Eyes Like Miracle
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
The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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Blood Life Mine Shall
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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Accurate Everything Let Seen Some Strange Thing Though Together
But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
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Care Land Men
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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Feet Men Mustache White
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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Ever Heaven Men More Name Nothing Often Ordinary Possible Think
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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Dream Fear Sweet
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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Amn Black Clad Clean Foot Head Long Mustache Old Save Shaven Stood Tall
I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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Air Clear Rain Suppose
I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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Crack Hard Nut Stand Take Up

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,

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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,

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