Dracula

by Bram Stoker

I do not understand Lucy’s fading away as she is doing. She eats well and sleeps well, and enjoys the fresh air; but all the time the roses in her cheeks are fading, and she gets weaker and more languid day by day; at night I hear her gasping as if for air.

Me when I don’t take my iron pills

“Well, I shall tell you. My thesis is this: I want you to believe.” “To believe what?” “To believe in things that you cannot.