I will not let you go into the unknown alone.
BRAM STOKERI 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!
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I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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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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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
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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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He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!
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You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
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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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The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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