And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
BRAM STOKERIt is ever thus that the things which we do wrong – although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by – come back to us with bitterness.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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There is a reason why all things are as they are.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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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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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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It is ever thus that the things which we do wrong – although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by – come back to us with bitterness.
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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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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.
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The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
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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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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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