There is a reason why all things are as they are.
BRAM STOKERWhether it is the old lady’s fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.
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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 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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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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Then they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.
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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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We learn from failure, not from success!
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Take me away from all this Death.
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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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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
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There is a reason why all things are as they are.
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There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.
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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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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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