A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
BRAM STOKERShe was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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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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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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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.
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact.
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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.
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Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass.
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This man belongs to me, I want him!
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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