The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.
BRAM STOKERAll men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God’s madmen too, the rest of the world.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!
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A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
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No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
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The angels of the dark, restoring sight; We go — the pains of Day to soothe, console — Awake, arise! Behold thou art made whole.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
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I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.
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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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Whether it is the old lady’s fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.
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I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.
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Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.
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Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall — all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
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