No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
BRAM STOKERNo man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
BRAM STOKERThe inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.
BRAM STOKERBefore I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
BRAM STOKEROur 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.
BRAM STOKERI suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
BRAM STOKERHe means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
BRAM STOKERThe only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
BRAM STOKERDo you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? But there are things old and new which must not be contemplate by men´s eyes, because they know -or think they know- some things which other men have told them..
BRAM STOKERWe learn from failure, not from success!
BRAM STOKERThere are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
BRAM STOKERI want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
BRAM STOKERFaith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
BRAM STOKERWe 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.
BRAM STOKERThe fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
BRAM STOKERRemember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
BRAM STOKERAnd yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
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