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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.

Bram Stoker

Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?
BRAM STOKER

Girl Ground Like Lot Made Man Must Trod Unhappy Worship
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!
BRAM STOKER

All Sea Congress Dare Doubt Fear Own Soul Strange Thing Think Wonde
You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
BRAM STOKER

Endless Figure Gate Guess Join Long Measurem Terrible Open
Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
BRAM STOKER

Again Come Freely House Once Welcome
A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
BRAM STOKER

Diminish Experience Idea Intestified Personal
There is a reason why all things are as they are.
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All Are As Reason Thing
I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
BRAM STOKER

Hate Longing Together
She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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Beautiful Death Grey Pale
Despair has its own calms.
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Calm Despair Own
Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
BRAM STOKER

Bee Chase Errant Escape Fit Follow Lunatic Naked Nothing Swarmn Upon
I have learned not to think little of any one’s belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.
BRAM STOKER

Belief Extraordinary Keep Open Ordinary Strange Thing Things Try
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.
BRAM STOKER

Bless Bring Come Dread Fear How Live Nighty Nothing People Sleep Some
Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
BRAM STOKER

Even Love Some Though Told Yet
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 STOKER

Blood Feels Men Women
I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
BRAM STOKER

Air Clear Rain Suppose
And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
BRAM STOKER

Began Draw Gloom Red Remain Snow

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