Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.
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.
He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all stronger together.
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.
I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
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.
I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
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!
It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.
Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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.
Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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.
As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.