She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
BRAM STOKERAnd 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!
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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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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Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
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Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?
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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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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
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You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
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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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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
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