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.
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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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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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 really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.
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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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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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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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If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.
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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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And 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!
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He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
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Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.
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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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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
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