The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
BRAM STOKERDoctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
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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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Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.
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Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.
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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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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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I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
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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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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us, his enemies, who are willing to peril even our own souls for the safety of one we love. For the good of mankind, and for the honor and glory of God.
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Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
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It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play.
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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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Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
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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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Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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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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Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall — all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
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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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He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
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He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
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