Which one keeps calling?

Leaves of Grass

By the sea under a yellow, sagging moon, a messenger woke a 'sweet hell'—and I am never at peace again.

Leaves of Grass

I urged you onward with me—but I had no map; will we be victorious or utterly quelled?

Leaves of Grass

I'd bring blossoms and branches green to coffins—singing to you, sane and sacred death.

Crime and Punishment

She gave a deep, deep sigh—and then she died; that final breath turns everything fragile and immediate.

Crime and Punishment

He clasps her shoulders, then suddenly drops and kisses her foot—she recoils as if from a madman.

Crime and Punishment

He remembers the axe behind the door and the sudden, obscene urge to laugh at the men outside—why did he feel that madness?

Crime and Punishment

He stands at her door with a confession pressing like fate—he must tell Sonia he killed Lizaveta, but why is it inevitable?

Crime and Punishment

If I'd killed because I was hungry, I'd be happy now—can a motive like hunger make guilt bearable?

Crime and Punishment

Their faces are sick and thin, yet something like dawn lights them—love is renewing what suffering almost killed.

Crime and Punishment

Loathing pins his tongue—he rises to flee, then collapses back into a despair that won't let him go.

Dracula

She points to the scar and makes them swear silence—while that mark remains, some plans must not be spoken of.

Dracula

If she be not dead—Van Helsing leaves the thought unfinished, and the room trembles at the possibility.

Dracula

He said with grave solemnity that it was only the beginning—then shook his head and said nothing.

Crime and Punishment

He bids Dounia goodbye with the strange half-pledge of a man who swears he may be a murderer yet vows to remain honorable.

Wuthering Heights

A dark-skinned gypsy in a farmer’s parlour—handsome, morose, and as out of place as a stranger at the fireside.