I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
BRAM STOKERAnd yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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A wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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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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As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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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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I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
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I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
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Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.
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I will not let you go into the unknown alone.
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Take me away from all this Death.
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Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.
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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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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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Take me away from all this Death.
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