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 STOKERNature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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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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A 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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Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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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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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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The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.
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Then they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.
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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.
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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.
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It would be at once his sheath and his armor, and his weapons to destroy us, his enemies, who are willing to peril even our own souls for the safety of one we love. For the good of mankind, and for the honor and glory of God.
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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