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,
BRAM STOKERThere was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
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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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Despair has its own calms.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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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 we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me!
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It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.
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We learn from failure, not from success!
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If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.
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Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.
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But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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