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Bram Stoker

  • Sarahhas quoted2 years ago
    , what a wealth of sor­row in a few words! Poor Mrs. Westenra! poor Lucy!
  • Josshas quoted2 years ago
    But he is right enough about the beds and windows and things

    She makes little effort due to depression she is dealing with and the idea that John being her husband and physician being better and more intelligent to understand what is better for her

  • tolstykhtathas quoted2 years ago
    What I saw was the Count’s head com­ing out from the win­dow. I did not

    Роь

  • tolstykhtathas quoted2 years ago
    I was not alone. The room was the same, un­changed in any way since I came into it; I could see along the floor, in the bril­liant moon­light, my own foot­step
  • Sasha Midlhas quoted2 years ago
    Some of the “New Wo­men” writers will some day start an idea that men and wo­men should be al­lowed to see each other asleep be­fore pro­pos­ing or ac­cept­ing. But I sup­pose the New Wo­man won’t con­des­cend in fu­ture to ac­cept; she will do the pro­pos­ing her­self. And a nice job she will make of it, too! There’s some con­sol­a­tion in that.
  • Sasha Midlhas quoted2 years ago
    I have been more touched than I can say by your grief. That is a won­der­ful ma­chine, but it is cruelly true. It told me, in its very tones, the an­guish of your heart. It was like a soul cry­ing out to Almighty God. No one must hear them spoken ever again! See, I have tried to be use­ful. I have copied out the words on my type­writer, and none other need now hear your heart beat, as I did.”
  • Sasha Midlhas quoted2 years ago
    Good night, every­body.
  • Anahas quoted2 years ago
    I know there is sun­rise be­cause I am a sailor, why else I know not. I dared not go be­low, I dared not leave the helm; so here all night I stayed, and in the dim­ness of the night I saw It—Him! God for­give me, but the mate was right to jump over­board. It was bet­ter to die like a man; to die like a sailor in blue wa­ter no man can ob­ject. But I am cap­tain, and I must not leave my ship. But I shall baffle this fiend or mon­ster, for I shall tie my hands to the wheel when my strength be­gins to fail, and along with them I shall tie that which He—It!—dare not touch; and then, come good wind or foul, I shall save my soul, and my hon­our as a cap­tain. I am grow­ing weaker, and the night is com­ing on. If He can look me in the face again, I may not have time to act. … If we are wrecked, may­hap this bottle may be found, and those who find it may un­der­stand; if not, … well, then all men shall know that I have been true to my trust. God and the Blessed Vir­gin and the saints help a poor ig­nor­ant soul try­ing to do his duty.
  • Anahas quoted2 years ago
    We aud folks that be daffled, and with one foot abaft the krok-hooal, don’t al­to­gether like to think of it, and we don’t want to feel scart of it; an’ that’s why I’ve took to makin’ light of it, so that I’d cheer up my own heart a bit. But, Lord love ye, miss, I ain’t afraid of dyin’, not a bit; only I don’t want to die if I can help it. My time must be nigh at hand now, for I be aud, and a hun­dred years is too much for any man to ex­pect; and I’m so nigh it that the Aud Man is already whet­tin’ his scythe. Ye see, I can’t get out o’ the habit of caffin’ about it all at once; the chafts will wag as they be used to. Some day soon the An­gel of Death will sound his trum­pet for me. But don’t ye dooal an’ greet, my deary!”—for he saw that I was cry­ing—“if he should come this very night I’d not re­fuse to an­swer his call. 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. But I’m con­tent, for it’s comin’ to me, my deary, and comin’ quick. It may be comin’ while we be lookin’ and won­derin’. Maybe it’s in that wind out over the sea that’s bringin’ with it loss and wreck, and sore dis­tress, and sad hearts. Look! look!” he cried sud­denly. “There’s some­thing in that wind and in the hoast beyont that sounds, and looks, and tastes, and smells like death. It’s in the air; I feel it comin’. Lord, make me an­swer cheer­ful when my call comes!” He held up his arms de­voutly, and raised his hat. His mouth moved as though he were pray­ing. After a few minutes’ si­lence, he got up, shook hands with me, and blessed me, and said good­bye, and hobbled off. It all touched me, and up­set me very much.
  • Anahas quoted2 years ago
    It was now nearly the hour of high tide, but the waves were so great that in their troughs the shal­lows of the shore were al­most vis­ible, and the schooner, with all sails set, was rush­ing with such speed that, in the words of one old salt, “she must fetch up some­where, if it was only in hell.”
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