There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
We learn from failure, not from success!
Once again...welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
There is a reason why all things are as they are.
I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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!
I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.
Despair has its own calms.
I will not let you go into the unknown alone.
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.
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.
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Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)
I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
Though sympathy alone can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.
I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
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.
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.
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.
The blood is the life!
No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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?
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.
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.
Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
