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.
I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
She is one of God's women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
What a fine fellow is Quincey! I believe in my heart of hearts that he suffered as much about Lucy's death as any of us, but he bore himself through it like a moral Viking. If America can go on breeding men like that, she will be a power in the world indeed.
Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.
She makes a very beautiful corpse, sir. It's quite a privilege to attend on her. It's not too much to say that she will do credit to our establishment!
What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man?
He can do all these things, yet he is not free. Nay, he is even more prisoner than the slave of the galley, than the madman in his cell. He cannot go where he lists, he who is not of nature has yet to obey some of nature's laws, why we know not. 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. His power ceases, as does that of all evil things, at the coming of the day.
If that other fellow doesn't know his happiness, well, he'd better look for it soon, or he'll have to deal with me.
The blood is life... and it shall be mine!
Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
If you could have looked into my heart then when I want to laugh, if you could have done so when the laugh arrived, if you could do so now, when King Laugh have pack up his crown, and all that is to him, for he go far, far away from me, and for a long, long time, maybe you would perhaps pity me the most of all.
The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me, with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.
You reason well, and your wit is bold, but you are too prejudiced. You do not let your eyes see nor your ears hear, and that which is outside your daily life is not of account to you. Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are, that some people see things that others cannot?
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!
It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
The warlike days are over. Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonorable peace; and the glories of the great races are as a tale that is told.
A kitten, a nice, little, sleek playful kitten, that I can play with, and teach, and feed, and feed, and feed!
I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
Listen to them - children of the night. What music they make.
There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
All day long we seemed to dawdle through a country which was full of beauty of every kind. Sometimes we saw little towns or castles on the top of steep hills such as we see in old missals; sometimes we ran by rivers and streams which seemed from the wide stony margin on each side of them to be subject of great floods. It takes a lot of water, and running strong, to sweep the outside edge of a river clear.
I asked Dr. Seward to give me a little opiate of some kind, as I had not slept well the night before......I hope I have not done wrong, for as sleep begins to flirt with me, a new fear comes: that I may have been foolish in thus depriving myself of the power of waking. I might want it. Here comes sleep. Goodnight.
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
And, to our bitter grief, with a smile and in silence, he died, a gallant gentleman.
I bear messages which will make both your ears tingle.
Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night.
There is a reason why all things are as they are.
Because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope.
I comforted him as well as I could. In such cases men do not need much expression. A grip of the hand, the tightening of an arm over the shoulder, a sob in unison, are expressions of sympathy dear to a man's heart.
No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
Being proposed to all is very nice and all that sort of thing, but it isn't at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom you know loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken-hearted, and to know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passing quite out if his life
I could see it under the heavy moustache, was fixed and rather cruel-looking, with peculiarly sharp white teeth; these protruded over the lips, whose remarkable ruddiness showed astonishing vitality in a man of his years.
Nothing is too small. I counsel you, put down in record even your doubts and surmises. Hereafter it may be of interest to you to see how true you guess. We learn from failure, not from success!
There, on our favourite seat, the silver light of the moon struck a half-reclining figure, snowy white... something dark stood behind the seat where the white figure shone, and bent over it. What it was, whether man or beast, I could not tell.
But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.
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?
This man belongs to me, I want him!
Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
Once again...welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
Though sympathy alone can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
Clasps his laps around minas throat, pieces her skin and drinks her blood. He then forces her into an act that binds her to the vampire for eternity
I pray you, be seated and sup how you please. You will I trust, excuse me that I do not join you, but I have dined already, and I do not sup.
Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for 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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