I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
BRAM STOKERBecause if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!
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These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.
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There 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.
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You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
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I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.
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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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There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
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The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
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Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
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All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God’s madmen too, the rest of the world.
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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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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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Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
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