A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
BRAM STOKERA house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
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No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
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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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She has man’s brain–a brain that a man should have were he much gifted–and woman’s heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.
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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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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 suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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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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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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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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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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Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
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Enter freely and of your own free will!
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He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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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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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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