“You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.” ThinkingKnowsLoveStillsHateLove IsSelfishIndifferenceJealousHate MeArdentApatheticLoving MeI Am Selfish Book:Best Ghost Stories of J. S. LeFanu Source: Best Ghost Stories of J. S. LeFanu
“For some nights I slept profoundly; but still every morning I felt the same lassitude, and a languor weighed upon me all day. I felt myself a changed girl. A strange melancholy was stealing over me, a melancholy that I would not have interrupted. Dim thoughts of death began to open, and an idea that I was slowly sinking took gentle, and, somehow, not unwelcome possession of me. If it was sad, the tone of mind which this induced was also sweet. Whatever it might be, my soul acquiesced in it.” IfsMindStillsIdeasSoulMightNightGirlFeltMorningChangedStrangeSweetPossessionStealingMy SoulGentleToneMelancholyEvery MorningSinkingInterruptedUnwelcomeThoughts Of Death Book:Carmilla: A Critical Edition Source: Carmilla: A Critical Edition
“What a fool I was! and yet, in the sight of angels, are we any wiser as we grow older? It seems to me, only, that our illusions change as we go on; but, still, we are madmen all the same.” StillsSeemsGrowsFoolGoes OnIllusionAngelSightWiserMadmen Book:Ghost Stories and Mysteries Source: Ghost Stories and Mysteries
