My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
BRAM STOKEROrdinary 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.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
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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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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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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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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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Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
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I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
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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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Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.
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Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards
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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.
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Above 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,
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But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
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