I suppose it is that sickness and weakness are selfish things and turn our inner eyes and sympathy on ourselves, whilst health and strength give love rein, and in thought and feeling he can wander where he wills.
The time is come, I fear, when I must open the parcel, and know what is written.
The whole sky overhead seemed trembling under the shock of the footprints of the storm.
It may be ordained that we have many nights and days to follow, if full of peril, but we must go on, and from no danger shall we shrink.
No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
And, to our bitter grief, with a smile and in silence, he died, a gallant gentleman.
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.
We Szekelys have a right to be proud, for in our veins flows the blood of many brave races who fought as the lion fights, for lordship.
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.
Bats usually wheel about, but this one seemed to go straight on, as if it knew where it was bound for or had some intention of its own.
My lamp seemed to be of little effect in the brilliant moonlight, but I was glad to have it with me, for there was a dread loneliness in the place which chilled my heart and made my nerves tremble.
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.
We need have no secrets amongst us. Working together and with absolute trust, we can surely be stronger than if some of us were in the dark.
Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own free will!
I shall put a bold face on, and if I do feel weepy, he shall never see it. I suppose it is one of the lessons that we poor women have to learn....
I feel I am dying of weakness, and have barely strength to write, but it must be done if I die in the doing. I went to bed as usual, taking care that the flowers were placed.
In selfish men caution is as secure an armour for their foes as for themselves.
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.
Death had given back part of her beauty, for her brow and cheeks had recovered some of their flowing lines.
What I saw appalled me. I felt my hair rise like bristles on the back of my neck, and my heart seemed to stand still.
My fear fell from me as if it had been a vaporous garment which dissolved in the warmth.
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!
On the top of the tomb, seemingly driven through the solid marble—for the structure was composed of a few vast blocks of stone—was a great iron spike or stake. On going to the back I saw, graven in great Russian letters: 'The dead travel fast.
And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere 'modernity' cannot kill.
Arthur placed the point over the heart, and as I looked I could see its dint in the white flesh. Then he struck with all his might.
If America can go on breeding men like that, she will be a power in the world indeed.
Oh, very well, he said; let her come in, by all means; but just wait a minute till I tidy up the place. His method of tidying was peculiar: he simply swallowed all the flies and spiders in the boxes before I could stop him. It was quite evident that he feared, or was jealous of, some interference.
Even the deep, burning eyes seemed set amongst swollen flesh, for the lids and pouches underneath were bloated. It seemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood. He lay like a filthy leech, exhausted with his repletion.
I suppose he isn't above trying to use a respectable lunatic.
She seemed like a nightmare of Lucy as she lay there, the pointed teeth, the blood stained, voluptuous mouth, which made one shudder to see, the whole carnal and unspirited appearance, seeming like a devilish mockery of Lucy's sweet purity.
It is too great a strain for a woman to bear. I did not think so at first, but I know better now.
I found my smattering of German very useful here, indeed, I don't know how I should be able to get on without it.
A brave man's hand can speak for itself; it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music.
I have learned not to think little of any one's beliefs, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.
He removed the flowers and lifted the silk handkerchief from her throat. As he did so he started back and I could hear his ejaculation, "Mein Gott!" as it was smothered in his throat.
Welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring! The.
It is whispered that death has his kingdom in the solitudes beyond the marshes, and lives in a castle so awful to look at that no one has ever seen it. Also it is told that all the evil things that live in the marshes are the disobedient children of death who have left their home and cannot find their way back again.
I felt that it was getting very late indeed, but I did not say anything, for I felt under obligation to meet my host's wishes in ever way.
Sweet it was in one sense, honey-sweet, and sent the same tingling through the nerves as her voice, but with a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.
How many of us begin a new record with each day of our lives?