It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
BRAM STOKERI have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.
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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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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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Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
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Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
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I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.
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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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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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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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Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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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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