She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
BRAM STOKERShe was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
BRAM STOKERDespair has its own calms.
BRAM STOKERThere are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
BRAM STOKERRemember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
BRAM STOKERFaith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
BRAM STOKERNature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
BRAM STOKERI have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
BRAM STOKERThese infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.
BRAM STOKERThe Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
BRAM STOKERThe only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
BRAM STOKERLove is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
BRAM STOKERWe learn of great things by little experiences.
BRAM STOKERFor me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?
BRAM STOKERWithin, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
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.
BRAM STOKERA 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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