It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
BRAM STOKERBut hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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 suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.
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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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Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?
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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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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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