автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Lair of the White Worm

Bram Stoker

How was it, he thought, that with so much at command that others wished for, he could not achieve the dearest wishes of his heart?

You and I, therefore, who both love him, though in different ways, should make it our business to protect him from all disturbing influences.

a granite wall stretching up to the very heavens, so high and so dark that the eye of God Himself cannot see beyond

“Such might crown my life. But that happiness, I fear, is not for me—or not without pain and loss and woe.”