We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
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.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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.
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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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The Dead travel fast.
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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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She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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Take me away from all this Death.
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Within, 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.
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The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for 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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It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play.
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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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She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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For 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?
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