No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
BRAM STOKERI 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 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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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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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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For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
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Paris is a city of centralisation–and centralisation and classification are closely allied. In the early times, when centralisation is becoming a fact, its forerunner is classification. All things which are similar or analogous become grouped together, and from the grouping of groups rises one whole or central point.
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As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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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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A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
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I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
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We learn from failure, not from success!
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass.
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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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Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)
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No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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