There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
BRAM STOKERThere are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
BRAM STOKERThe Dead travel fast.
BRAM STOKERHow good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
BRAM STOKERHow 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.
BRAM STOKERI 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 STOKERBut this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
BRAM STOKERI sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
BRAM STOKERYes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
BRAM STOKERHe means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
BRAM STOKERWe are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.
BRAM STOKERThere are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.
BRAM STOKERAbove the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night,
BRAM STOKERI am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
BRAM STOKERA 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.
BRAM STOKERThere are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
BRAM STOKERThe only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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