Despair has its own calms.
BRAM STOKERWithin, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
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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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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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You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
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A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
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There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
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She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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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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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
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A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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Despair has its own calms.
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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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