I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- “Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!” He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- “Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!
BRAM STOKER- 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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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.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- “Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!” He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- “Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!
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I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same.
BRAM STOKERI have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same.
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The blood is the life!
BRAM STOKERThe blood is the life!
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But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
BRAM STOKERBut we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
BRAM STOKERThe Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
BRAM STOKERFaith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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Bill Toomey
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.
BRAM STOKERWe see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.
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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.
BRAM STOKERA 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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We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
BRAM STOKERWe are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
BRAM STOKERSleep has no place it can call its own.
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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.
BRAM STOKERYou 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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And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
BRAM STOKERAnd so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
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Bram Stoker
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And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
BRAM STOKERAnd yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
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