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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

Bram Stoker

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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Conveniently Dream Imagine Play Trick Wonderful
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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Call Own Place Spent
For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.
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Brain Come End Feel Must No Own Shock Undoing Unhinge
The blood is the life!
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Blood Life People
Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
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Explain Nothing Say Science
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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Century Deceiving Modernity Power
The angels of the dark, restoring sight; We go — the pains of Day to soothe, console — Awake, arise! Behold thou art made whole.
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Angel Dark Important Nothing Restore Seem Sufficient Worth
Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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Even Love Some Though Told Yet
I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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Animal Ideas Looks Obstacle
This man belongs to me, I want him!
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Belong Country Men People Want
I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- “Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!” He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- “Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!
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Bessie Country End Girl Last Peace Place Poor Shoot Well
As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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Achieve Create Evoke Goes Life Nothing Spark
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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Act Become Castle Conscious Courtyard Driver Fact House Pill Ruin Suddenly Vast
I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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Doing Empty Feel Importance Nothing Seem Sort Sufficient World Worth
It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us, his enemies, who are willing to peril even our own souls for the safety of one we love. For the good of mankind, and for the honor and glory of God.
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Enemies Mankind Safety Soul Willing
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

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

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