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There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.

Bram Stoker

But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.
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Hush Inquisitive Make Other Question Tell
The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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Beautiful Beauty Fair Only Pure Soul Task World
It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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Dream Imagine Play Wonderful
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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Endless Figure Gate Guess Join Long Measurem Terrible Open
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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Away Blood Drawn Experience Feel Know Love Man No Own Women
For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?
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Behind Bird Far Lie Life Love Music No Old Place Say Song Sunshine
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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Box Cart Scatter Count Earth Fall Lying Over Rule Saw Some
I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
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Been Long Master None Other So Still
Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?
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Alter Believe Destiny Even Luckiest Man Power Purpose Single Time
Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
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Explain Faith Nothing Say Science Want
I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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Doing Empty Feel Importance Nothing Seem Sort Sufficient World Worth
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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Bones Mouth Music Teras
Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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Antidote Mood Terror
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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Children Halloween Movie
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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Brain Come End Feel Must No Own Shock Undoing Unhinge
It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact.
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Body Envelope Foreign Gather Insensitive Nature Protect Round Somebody Like Dam Tissue

There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.

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