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.
BRAM STOKERThe only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.
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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
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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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There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
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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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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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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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A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
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It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play.
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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 have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
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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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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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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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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh.
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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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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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For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.
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He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
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Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
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