No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
BRAM STOKERBleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall — all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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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A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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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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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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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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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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Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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Take me away from all this Death.
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Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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Take me away from all this Death.
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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