But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
BRAM STOKERAnd so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
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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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Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.
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Enter freely and of your own free will!
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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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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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The blood is the life!
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards
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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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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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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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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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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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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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