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 STOKERFaith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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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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Doctor, 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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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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She has man’s brain–a brain that a man should have were he much gifted–and woman’s heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.
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I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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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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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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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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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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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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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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