I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.
BRAM STOKERHe may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Paris is a city of centralisation–and centralisation and classification are closely allied. In the early times, when centralisation is becoming a fact, its forerunner is classification. All things which are similar or analogous become grouped together, and from the grouping of groups rises one whole or central point.
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She has man’s brain–a brain that a man should have were he much gifted–and woman’s heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.
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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
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We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
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I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
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A wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.
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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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The blood is the life!
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You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
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But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.
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But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
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He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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