Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
BRAM STOKERFor 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?
More Bram Stoker Quotes
-
-
We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
BRAM STOKER -
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.
BRAM STOKER -
How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
BRAM STOKER -
This man belongs to me, I want him!
BRAM STOKER -
We learn of great things by little experiences.
BRAM STOKER -
Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
BRAM STOKER -
There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
BRAM STOKER -
He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
BRAM STOKER -
Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don’t often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more, and they are content to wait and let things be, but to those who are doomed to be shut out for ever you cannot think what it means.
BRAM STOKER -
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
BRAM STOKER -
The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
BRAM STOKER -
Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
BRAM STOKER -
There is a reason why all things are as they are.
BRAM STOKER -
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!
BRAM STOKER -
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
BRAM STOKER