A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
BRAM STOKER
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!
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
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I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
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I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.
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For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
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No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children should so live that when they have to enter the Castle and see the grim King, they may not fear to behold his face.
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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)
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I have learned not to think little of any one’s belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.
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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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How 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.
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Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.
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