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“¿Sensación? ¿Sentimiento? Había en ello algo en que se mezclaban lo físico y moral.” ― Gaston Leroux, El Fantasma de la Ópera
“Tu te plais à me voir, sombre et désespéré, / Errer dans mon amour comme en un cimetière!” ― Émile Nelligan, Poèmes Choisis
“There was something awesome in the thought of the solitary mortal standing by the open window and summoning in from the gloom outside the spirits of the nether world.” ― Arthur Conan Doyle
“I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
“Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.” ― Bernie Mcgill, The Butterfly Cabine
“There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.” ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
“Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.” Harper Lee
To Elizabeth Hamilton1 [New York, July 4, 1804] This letter, my very dear Eliza, will not be delivered to you, unless I shall first have terminated my earthly career; to begin, as I humbly hope from redeeming grace and divine mercy, a happy immortality. Adieu best of wives and best of Women. Embrace all my darling Children for me.
Ever yours
Eliza, you see the penalties attending the position of so amiable a man. All this you would not have suffered if you had married into a family less near the sun…
With all my heart and redoubled tenderness,
Angelica
“But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” W.B. Yeats
“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…” dr seus
“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.” ― Edgar Allan Poe
“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.” ― Edgar Allan Poe