It is ever thus that the things which we do wrong – although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by – come back to us with bitterness.
BRAM STOKERA brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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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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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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There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
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Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.
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Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? But there are things old and new which must not be contemplate by men´s eyes, because they know -or think they know- some things which other men have told them..
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I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.
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Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don’t often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more, and they are content to wait and let things be, but to those who are doomed to be shut out for ever you cannot think what it means.
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
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