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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.
Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
Once again...welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.
I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.
No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
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!
Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.
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?
There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere 'modernity' cannot kill.
For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin'; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
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.
I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.
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.
It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.
All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God's madmen too, the rest of the world.
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.
It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway?
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.
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!
Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
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!
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.
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?
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.
Whether it is the old lady's fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.
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.
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.
I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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.
It is ever thus that the things which we do wrong - although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by - come back to us with bitterness.
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.
Count Dracula had directed me to go to the Golden Krone Hotel, which I found, to my great delight, to be thoroughly old-fashioned, for of course I wanted to see all I could of the ways of the country.
I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- "Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!" He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- "Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!
It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.
There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.
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.
Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards
No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children should so live that when they have to enter the Castle and see the grim King, they may not fear to behold his face.